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PLYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL
Volume XXI No. \
1941 -Z)L Pd r im Staff- 1942
Editor-in-Chief ----------------- George Canucci
Assistant Editor-in-Chief ------------ Richard Kearsley
Literary Editor ---------------- Jennette Franks
Junior Literary Editor --------------- Jean Boutin
Sophomore Literary Editor ------------- Joan Eldridge
Business Manager ---------------- Roger Whiting
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Assistant Business Managers --------- <J Benjamin Brewster
Sales Promotion ---------------- Edwin Bastoni
Boys' Athletics --------------- Richard Wirtzburger
Girls' Athletics ----------------- Florinda Leal
Art Editor ------------------ Lydia Mongan
Senior Assistant --------------- Marie Martinelli
Junior Assistant ---------------- Naomi McNeil
Sophomore Assistant -------------- Nancy Bartlett
French Editor ------------------ Anna Scotti
Assistant French Editor -------------- Mary Anderson
Latin Editor ----------------- Muriel Humphrey
Assistant Latin Editor ------------- George Radcliffe
School News Editor --------------- Ruth Morton
Assistant School News Editor ---------- Robert MacDonagh
Alumni Editor ------------------ Betty Viets
Assistant Alumni Editor --------------- David Briggs
Clubs -------------------- Marcia Brooks
Assistant Clubs --------------- William MacDonald
Musicolumn ------------------ Marjorie Neal
Senior Features - --------------- J Laura Resnick
Junior Feature ----------------- Gladys Cohen
Sophomore Feature --------------- Isabel Brown
Senior Poems --------------- J Ronald Butterfield
Candid Camera -------------- [Bernard Kritzmacher
/ Harold Hayward
\ Isabelle Pierson
I Barbara Maloon
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MacARTHUR and HIS MEN
WHERE IS BAT A AN?
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as a beacon light in the dark days ahead.
WHO IS MacARTHUR?
The C.-in-C. in the Pacific, MacArthur, is all of us. MacArthur is the
general in command and the man in the ranks; he is the man at the lathe
and the man at the loom; the man in the pulpit and the man at the plow.
He is you in America and your brother in the subject countries. He is the
Dutchman and the Dane, the Slav and the Slovak, the Belgian, the French-
man, the Briton, the Norwegian. He is Man against the Axis.
WHAT IS MacARTHUR?
MacArthur is the flame of faith that blazes at the tip of Freedom's
torch. He is the spirit of a nation. He is American.
WHO ARE HIS MEN?
We are all his men. From the greatest to the least we are his men. So
long as we love liberty and seek truth, whether in Bataan or Boston, he
will know that we are his men. He must know that he can count on us.
WHAT SHOULD WE DO ABOUT IT?
Tell Hitler and Mussolini and the Japs. Tell them in the only language
all three are able to comprehend. Tell them in tanks and planes and ships
and guns. Tell them in deeds.
WHAT CAN WE DO ABOUT IT?
We can do whatever is required of us; do it better than we have ever
done it before. No matter how humble or prosaic, we can do it for him.
What does it matter who flies the bomber as long as we can give him
bombers to fly? Who cares what man drives the tank as long as we turn
out tanks and train drivers? If we can forget self and serve country, if we
can forego profit and foster patriotism, if we can "praise the Lord and pass
the ammunition" MacArthur may yet be proud of us.
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President: Roger Whiting
Poor Roger! . . . With all the "pressure politics" of the
Class of 1942, he has a time of it . . . born on January 4th in
1925 . . . has attained a height of five feet, seven inches,
culminated by a crop of brown curls . . . according to his
driver's license, has blue eyes . . . surprised us all by
appearing one day wearing glasses . . . played as a substi-
tute on the varsity basketball team in his Senior year . . .
was an active member of the S.A.S. for three years ... is
determined to equal last year's record of "Pilgrim" adver-
tising . . . considered by certain members of the opposite
sex as the best-dressed boy in the Senior class . . . finds
Vice-President: Edmund Axford
Our Vice-President has light brown hair, blue eyes, and
a height of five feet, six inches . . . ran on cross-country
team and track . . . listed on the records as a Senior, but
spends so much time on the Sophomore floor that we some-
times wonder . . . admits bookkeeping is his Waterloo, but
hastens to add that he redeems himself in history . . . let's
see now, Eddie, was it Patrick Henry? ... is justly proud of
his stamp collection, which consists of approximately 12,000
items . . . loves to tinker with gadgets . . . insists he can't
jitterbug . . . admits the desire to take the Chiltonville bus
. . . born in 1924 on August 9th.
Secretary: Joan Holmes
We thought she'd never conquer the habit of talking
with her hands, but Mrs. Raymond took care of that . . .
only five feet, two and one-half inches (be sure to remember
the half inch) . . . blessed with taffy-colored hair and hazel
eyes . . . haunts Gambini's for some unknown reason . . .
struggled with Seniors in her capacity as Red Cross Knitting
Captain . . . loves to drop that tiny ring in History IV . . .
was a member of the S.A.S. . . . infects everyone with her
laugh . . . exasperates her classmates by tapping her fingers
or jiggling her leg when trying to think . . . has to read her
own secretary's notes because nobody else can . . . born on
February 7th, 1924 . . . still thinks 1935 "Pilgrim" is best ever.
Treasurer: Harold Maccaferri
Five feet, nine inches of brawn were behind that pass —
Yeah, "Mac"! . . . born in 1924 on the 3rd of August . . .
wore bow ties in company with the other males, much to the
girls' disgust . . . saved class financial worries by his con-
stant vigilance over the treasury . . . finally did get our class
pins to arrive . . . should be an airplane designer — certainly
had enough experience in American History, Period IV . . .
shocked Mrs. Raymond by revealing that we all aren't as
honest as she'd like to believe (no reflection on you, "Mac")
. . . worked on ticket sales promotion and publicity for the
Senior Dance . . . possessor of dark brown hair and eyes . . .
wouldn't give us his 'phone number.
No record here of things they've done;
We only seek to have some fun.
We've observed that Silvio
Is one who gets around;
In his trusty Ford V8
He can cover ground.
She bustles through the corri
At 8 A.M. each day-
Collecting teachers' menus —
So don't get in her way.
In school she is most circum-
As though her claim to fame
Depended on her being
The first part of her name.
Though some opine that she is
We find her nice to meet —
And, if more details are desired,
We'd say she's short and sweet.
With spring in his legs
And fire in his heart
Our cross-country runner
Gets set on his mark.
Nor is there
Higher accolade —
She is a dependable,
Soon after eight each morning.
As brightly as you please.
She comes around to gather
The lists of absentees.
At basketball and football.
Watching dancers glide —
Everywhere that Vinny goes
His camera's at his side.
Her eyes are bright, her laugh-
And hers are dancing feet;
Where'er she is, there's mis-
chief, too —
She's always fun to meet!
Eddie's green car
Has been thrown for a
Uncle Samuel thinks
He'd best get a "hoss."
If you would see her after one
We fear she will not stay-
She '11 jump into her Plymouth
And be off White Horse way
Since Joseph was engaged to
In Grant's Department Store
A plethora of peanut "ads"
Adorns his locker door
That Doris is industrious
No one could gainsay:
Her lessons and her music
Pill each minute of each day.
We seldom see him happy,
We seldom see him gay —
Yet he must find enjoyment
In his own peculiar way.
He's witty in our classes,
He's prankish on the street: —
But on the football field he's
In victory or defeat.
Doris cannot frown for long,
No matter how she tries —
For, though she wrinkles up her
There's laughter in her eyes.
No real need
To struggle and sweat —
He thinks he's found
A better way yet.
Wavy hair and roguish eyes
And pert, tip-tilted chin —
But what we'll all remember
Is Phyl's infectious grin!
If you are convinced
Oral topics are fun,
You cannot see why
She loathes giving one.
Whether things go wrong or
She's pleasant all the while;
She has for everyone she meets
A gay and charming smile.
Whene'er our band is on the
Its music loud and clear —
There is bass-drum Tommy
Bringing up the rear.
He wastes no precious moments
In search of a panacea —
He knows that man and boy
Must labor without fear.
We like your lustrous, wavy
We like your eyes, true blue —
We sound like some romantic
But Marcia — we like you!
His first love, his true love
From him soon may part;
Without four tires she cannot
Sans battery, cannot start.
Like honest criticism?
D'you take it if you can?
For, if you like straightforward-
Ron' Butterfield's your man!
We know he can be bellicose
If he feels he cannot yield,
But for the most part he re-
His fight for the football field.
On those days when book re-
Are certain to be written,
With some mysterious malady
Our Marjorie is smitten.
If in the years that lie ahead
We find we're in a jam,
We'll call on him to help us
In the courts of Uncle Sam.
He should own a rooster
And learn to heed its call,
Then getting where he should
Would be no task at all.
In any group he's welcome:
His genial spirit serves
To calm conflicting spirits
And quiet jangled nerves.
When we think of Edward,
There's no need words to
Now we can be terse in verse —
He's our Handy Andy.
There is a gleam of copper
As a sunbeam passes by,
As though with auburn tresses
It could hope to vie.
He's surveyed the faculty
And envies no man there
Except Coach Walker — with his
No other can compare.
We know making posters
Can often be tedious,
But her skill and patience
Are truly egregious.
If anyone should ask us what
Profession he should choose,
"Behind the footlights," we'd
"He'd fill that Welles man's
Herbert has his formula
For always keeping gay;
He sits right down to toot his
He blows the blues away.
In coat and tails
And splendid derby
Is not the way
We picture Herbie.
To teach us English grammar
Is what M. Raymond tries,
But she gets sidetracked often
By Harold's many "whys."
No day is there
So gray or grim
But our spirits rise
When we talk with him.
You may think him
Meek and shy,
But there is mischief
In his eye.
Patience is a virtue
Possessed, we know, by you,
Though tasks may be laborious
We find you smiling through.
We liked her at first sight,
We liked her at second —
The extent of our liking's
Not easily reckoned.
Deftly his fingers wander
Over the ivory keys,
On his patient practice
We could write homilies.
MARY CLAIRE DONOVAN
She thinks he's simply wonder-
We shouldn't mention names,
But in this case 'twill do no
He's Bugler Harry James!
She refuses to be won
By blandishment or guile,
No quip of ours or antic
Can evoke a smile.
The blare of martial music,
The sound of marching feet —
And with the Plymouth High
She's strutting down the street.
Miss Emond, you amaze us!
Now won't you tell us where
And when and how ( we wish we
You learned to do your hair?
He has a boon companion
Who has grown up with him;
May he not soon be parted
From his infectious grin.
Given her way,
To the skies she would soar;
Her interest lies
With the Army Air Corps.
Passing strange, we call it,
Since math class he adored.
That he cannot read the 35
Upon his instrument board.
SAMUEL FRANC, JR.
He has a mind like Einstein,
Each day we're thrilled anew;
The imponderables he explains
With, "Theoretically it's true."
We searched the dictionary:
Mellifluous is our choice — ■
We feel it is the proper word
To describe her voice.
Though he has a serious air,
There's basis for the rumor
That beneath his thoughtful-
Joe has a sense of humor.
If the family car is in your
When the fender gets a dent,
Just drive posthaste to Ruez —
You'll find your time well spent.
She tackles a job
Without fiddle or fuss —
Could be an example
For many of us.
There's always fun when Bill's
As all of us have seen.
Remember when in history class
We launched the "B-19"?
Dick, as a- -er- -ah— writer.
You soon may outdo Winchell —
We really think you could!
In all the years we've known
We have discovered this:
Whene'er it comes to talking.
A "hand"-y sort of miss!
"Least said, soonest mended"
Has ever been his creed:
Why waste breath in talking
When there is no need?
If you are an example of
What girls from Wareham do.
Then we're certain that we'd
As much as we like you.
How happy every girl would
And this without exception —
If the fates had given her
His pink and white complexion !
We think that no department
Could rival her display
Of lovely costume jewelry —
About it she's "that way."
Contrary Mary, raise your voice
Or we miss your recitation,
Full well we know on hockey
You screech with wild elation.
If the Town Team needs a
We can produce another;
We know he has the thing it
To pitch just like his brother.
"I'm only the man who grinds
He's driven to explain:
"If your car runs out of gas,
Don't give me the blame."
Leave gun at home and emulate
The well-known wily fox —
No beast nor bird could e'er re-
The lure of orange socks.
You're quiet, reserved,
When we see you each day —
But, Flora, we'd guess
You're not always that way!
He's smooth and suave, a gen-
His manner is not partial:
The girls in P. H. S. all say,
"He's just like Herbert Mar-
We can speak no ill of her
Even if we would,
She comports herself always
As a lady should.
Here's a brave hunter
The girls all prefer!
Whatever the game
He's no amateur.
He doubts the very things he
All theories he flouts;
Now even we are doubting
That Albert really doubts.
And see that
Hear that click?
Look out, you camera-shy!
For someone's likely to
When Hayward's passing by
When we're in the depths and
filled with woe
And in need of some cheering,
Of Justine — she has what it
A radiant smile and a saucy
It's fine to know you're needed
In some activity:
Take basketball — we needed
What's more fun
Than taking a ride
On the back of a horse
Through the countryside?
She has no need of artifice,
Of rouge or facial pack —
She has on tap the kind of
That most girls seem to lack.
Eldora, please make noise,
Eldora, don't be still —
But though we plead forlornly,
Eldora never will.
Quiet, unassuming —
Who would have ever guessed
That his sense of humor
Is among the best.
Her record points a lesson
For all who will to learn:
Each honor she's been given
Is one she's worked to earn.
From careful observation
We feel qualified to say
That from all the colors
Her favorite is grey.
She rates high —
Proofs from Purdy
Do not lie.
She will rhumba, she will conga,
She will do the tango, too —
She will teach you any dance
That is intricate — and new.
Industrious as the busy bee
But happy all the while;
Rarely have we seen her
Without a friendly smile.
If we had a sister to
Work miracles at night,
Our bedraggled locks would
In the morning light
In Plymouth or in Plympton
Eddie never changes:
He'll laugh life off, contented
Whatever Fate arranges.
It's not that we believe we're
It's just that we've seen what is
To make us think she doesn't
Her life as a bachelor girl to
A sturdy nine is on the field
Behind their Captain Keller,
We could be harboring in our
A most sensational Feller.
Come on, Gabriel, blow your
Sing, angels, far and near —
No answer? Well, John Kelley
And the jitterbugs are here.
Mary stands ready!
No need to coax or wheedle —
She does her bit in total war
With her trusty knitting needle.
Calm and collected
All the day through,
She keeps her composure
Whatever we do.
In sports or in the classroom
In any kind of test
Whenever people speak of her,
She always rates the best.
At work or play, in school or
In earnest or in fun,
She's proved herself to be
In everything she's done.
To star on the gridiron
He doesn't feel able,
But he is invincible
At the ping pong table.
If you ever have a headache
Or you sniffle and ka-choo,
Run quickly to "Balboni's"
And he'll tell you what to do.
He had the intestinal fortitude
To stay with typing and short-
Not many senior boys we know
Belong to that gallant band.
Her lipstick is right, her hair
softly waved —
Her clothing is carefully
Wherever she goes, whatever
She's always impeccably
He never pays attention
To the girls — it is a shame!
The only passes he will make
Are in a football game.
We've taxed her time and pa-
But she's borne it very well—
What a saga of endurance
Her typewriter could tell.
To varied tasks
Her art is lent:
She's proved herself
Be the weather fair or foul
She is on her way,
As faithful as the postman
She makes her rounds each day.
A song on her lips
And joy in her heart,
We've noticed she always
Does more than her part.
Freddie made a speech one day.
And he didn't say, "Oh,
He told us very plainly:
He wants to wear a "tux"!
Her sketches can send thrills
Of pleasure up our spines:
Lydia is a specialist
In curves and lovely lines.
Quiet and capable
As we can tell,
Ethelwyn's sure to do
"Where there's a will.
There's a way," we've learned.
And this advice
She has not spurned.
When he's within the classroom.
He appears to be quite tame;
But out upon the football field
He puts wild cats to shame.
Victory for the seniors
Makes Mary's visage beam.
Not difficult to understand—
She's captain of the team.
"Hey, Connie, how'd you do this
"Was it page fifty-three?"
We know she'll have the facts
So capable is she.
Since music often is defined
As the medicine of the mind,
Her mental health might well
That of any in her class.
Miss Kelly is wondering
Just what she'll do:
Can she find a banker
As faithful as you?
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She's happy all the day
Out of school or in,
But when she's playing basket-
The smile becomes a grin.
If a boy is purposeful,
He belongs in school —
Except in ducking season,
Is his version of the rule.
On a bicycle built for one
He pedals undismayed;
With his determination
He's sure to make the grade.
If we had plenty of energy,
Vim and vigor to spare,
We might catch up with Ar-
But the prospect is not fair.
Gio is a chef of sorts —
Two products he combines
To delight all comers:
He deals in "hot canines.'
With ankle socks and saddle
A sweater girl is she
Who listens to directions
And labors cheerfully.
If you want a portrait
Or just a keep-off sign,
Just put a paint brush in
And he will serve you fine.
No matter where you see her
Or what she's working at,
She always has a giggle
And always time to chat.
His colorful attire
Has served one purpose well:
The drabness of a Monday
It can certainly dispel.
As recess time approaches,
Her hopes are running high;
'Tis not the thought of food
That brings the sparkle to her
In moments of real danger
You would your wits assemble,
Yet a little thing, reciting,
Causes you to tremble.
When I. P. moved to Boston,
Everything looked black —
Now P. H. S. is happy:
Our Isabelle's moved back!
J. ERNEST PIERSON
The Mighty Mite
Of Forty-two —
To you alone
This honor's due.
He's superb in mathematics
When he gives a proposition;
Such accomplishments, we hint.
Result from intuition.
No brickbats for her
Nor bunches of flowers —
But we're glad she was with us
Throughout schoolday hours.
If he's as good stock boy
As collector of dimes,
The day will soon come
When he'll see better times.
May always be found
Whenever his pencil
And he are around.
May take his bow,
For Al is here
To show him how.
Helen dearly loves to dance
And she embraces every chance;
If that is how she keeps so
Here's a way to keep in trim.
Baseball has not
Lost its savor —
In his choice of sport
He does not waver
Nicki went to Penn last year.
And boy, did she have fun!
Then home she came to tell us
Of all she'd seen and done.
If lack of a smile
Can spell defeat.
No untoward end
Will Doris meet.
Jerry finds the spot he wants
In the middle of the floor;
In goes the basketball —
Up goes our score.
A ticket to the cinema
Is forty cents, we know —
Dena's smile alone's worth more
Than admission to the show.
Ducks are Johnny's true love,
Everyone please note —
Autumn brings him hunting,
Summer brings his boat.
If she makes a date to skate,
She'll be there on the dot:
We suspect she plans some day
To put Henie on the spot.
Who's that tearing down the
Is she off to catch a train?
If it's almost eight o'clock,
You can bet that it's Elaine.
Dale Carnegie has frequently
"A name correctly used may
win a friend";
Yet, though she's called "Sala-
mi," she won't care —
She seems possessed of pa-
tience without end.
Whosoever marries her
A lucky man will be,
For she excels in sewing
As well as cookery.
Whene'er we see Lois
She's walking with Grace,
A light in her eye
And a smile on her face.
Well developed, we should say,
Her powers of observation —
Her skill in handling detail
Created a sensation.
If you've noticed lately
That she's acquired a frown,
It's because these verses
Almost got her down.
Perky, multi-colored bows
Adorn milady's hair;
No need has she of artifice
To make her seem more fair.
In history class
He is a whiz,
He can't be thrown
By any quiz.
For hours of keen enjoyment
When you are alone,
He recommends the purchase
Of a good trombone.
"What you need, go out and
Our teachers oft exhort;
But in her case it's difficult —
Stella's very short.
We resolve and resolve again
Most circumspect to be,
But an argument with Tony
Her many sterling qualities
All frailties outweigh,
Perfection is her only goal;
She works toward it each day.
She has made a benedict
Of a very special man
Before he leaves to do a job
For his Uncle Sam.
If your fingers move as nimbly
as your tongue
From twelve-fifteen until the
stroke of one,
And your pencil's sharpness
parallels your wit's,
You'll be an artist, Pat, before
While Tony has his music,
He'll never be alone!
The sweetest sounds come out
He plays his slide trombone.
He lacks the ease
Of the great
The thought of summer study
Might be less alluring
Were there no compensations
To make it worth enduring.
If the National Geographic
Were the textbook in a class,
No one of us need ever try
His knowledge to surpass.
Every class has its pugilist.
And here's another one:
Not too surprising when
His last name's Sullivan.
Some find her sad and serious.
Some say she's gay, amusing —
A dual personality?
It's really most confusing.
The gridiron statistics
Of our heroes bold
Joseph is one boy
Who needn't be told.
Since we have witnessed
Her gay energy,
We have decided:
A tomboy is she.
Both mental and physical ex-
She'd have within her day —
She may not know it, but the
Thought this the ideal way.
With fingers capable
She's any knitter's
There's a winsome smile for
When Dolores passes by,
Perhaps she likes us just as well
As dear old Kingston High!
She has no love for Wednesday,
For that is her gym day —
Yet those who know have
That all should learn to play.
Beneath her breath
She hums a tune;
Will be here soon.
No matter what the group is
With which she deigns to
Before she's there for very long.
With merriment 'twill tingle.
What is so fair
As a lovely girl?
What is so rare
As one like Pearl?
A pleasing personality
She never fails to show:
We declare with unanimity
She's very nice to know.
She remains quite adamant,
No hat her head shall grace:
What's better than a kerchief
To frame a lady's face?
She seems most shy and quiet
When through the hall she
But, when she reaches study
She talks and talks and talks.
Rog rates tops among us;
His time has been well-spent —
He's shown us his ability
As our class president.
Bob was made for leadership —
At least, 'twould be our guess:
He's proved an able president
Of our school S. A. S.!
Too much we've heard of
With the Light Brown Hair",
To say as much to Dickie
We would never dare.
In class or in the corridor
She seldom says a word:
But in another way, we think,
She'll make herself be heard.
Whenever Nat giggles,
She wrinkles her nose;
We like her good nature —
It's never a pose.
Since tires have been rationed,
She's laid a new course:
She'll travel in triumph
Astride a fine horse.
Two sounds, above all others,
His interest will win:
The rhythmic beat of flying
The voice of the violin.
Life is so busy
It's never a bore:
After schoolday tasks
He looks for more.
Quiet is her manner
Throughout the livelong day,
Incredible to us the thought
That she's any other way.
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WE, the Class of 1942, as our days in Plymouth High School come to
a close, will carry in our hearts as dear memories the oft-repeated
phrases of our teachers. As a token of our gratitude for the influence
and benefit which we have received from them, and because from lips other
than theirs these words would lose their significance, we deem it fitting
that in this declaration of our last will and testament, we bequeath certain
phrases back to their teacher owners, so that they may continue to influence
students for years to come.
Miss Iris E. Albertini Oh, for a poem!
Mr. Charles I. Bagnall Take a rest.
Miss Viola M. Boucher There's a great deal that has to be done!
Miss Elinor Brown Well, now!
Mrs. Margaret E. Brown Let me see your work!
Mr. Vincent De Benedictis Well, let's try it over again!
Mrs. Beatrice E. Garvin Oh, come on girls, jump! ! !
Mr. Carlo T. Guidaboni Stick around!
Miss Beatrice A. Hunt Posture! Use your diaphragm!
Miss Jeannette C. Jacques Oh, you're not keen! C'est facile!
Miss Helen C. Johnson Now, class, we will start a NEW budget!
Miss Lydia E. Judd And what comes next, class?
Miss Elizabeth C. Kelly What poor bookkeepers you children make!
Miss Katherine J. Lang Well, it's your job to know!
Miss Nellie R. Locklin Where is my answer book?
Mr. Edgar J. Mongan, Principal And another thing —
Miss Dorris Moore Don't be late for rehearsals!
Mr. John W. Packard Waell, anyhoo! — Aeronca
Mr. Arthur G. Pyle Do I have to get tough about it?
Miss Amy M. Rafter Are there further questions or comments?
Mrs. Miriam A. Raymond That's trite!
Mr. Mario J. Romano See me at 1 :05!
Mr. Richard Smiley Ye gods and little fishes!
Mr. John H. Walker Altogether now! Let's go!
Miss Margie E. Wilber I have a horse. A horse is to me.
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FOR six years the National Society of the Daughters of the American
Revolution has asked each graduating class to name its Best Girl
Citizen. The girl awarded this honor must possess to an outstanding
degree the qualities of dependability, service, leadership, and patriotism.
In the Class of 1942, Plymouth High School, that girl is Faith Millman.
As a sophomore, Faith was Assistant School News Editor on The Pil-
grim, participated with enthusiasm in sports, and was chairman of the Invi-
tation Committee for the Sophomore Hop. In her junior year, she served on
the Matron Committee for the Junior Promenade, took the leading feminine
role in the operetta "Martha," became a member of the National Honor
Society, and sang first soprano in the Girls' Sextet. Now, as a senior,
Faith has been captain of the second hockey team, a member of the
Invitation Committee for the Senior Dance, and Senior Features Editor on
The Pilgrim. She was a member of the Gay 90's Revue, sang on the radio
with the sextet, and was a member of the Dramatic Club. During her
entire high school career, her name has appeared on the Honor Roll for
highest honors, and, naturally enough, she became a member of the Senior
Faith is a junior member of the Plymouth Woman's Club, and does Red
The Class of 1942 awarded the title of Best Girl Citizen to one who
richly deserved it.
Doris Bergonzini '42
S^evtioM on j^arade
FAITH, a quiet young senior, wasn't quite sure whether to be angry or
embarrassed when the camera broke during her appointment with the
photographer . . . Sammy has finally discovered that his teacher in
trigonometry is a great deal more brilliant than he is ... If you ever ride
with Eddie Johnson, look out the side window. The picket fence is an
optical illusion. If you doubt our word, ask Eddie to slow down, and you
will discover that the fence is composed of telephone poles . . . Don't be so
downhearted, Roger, when we are critical of class meeting procedures. You
may well take notice of the fact that very few pupils have initiative enough
to "rise to a point of order." Possibly the majority of the seniors are not
entirely sure of their parliamentary law . . . We are justly proud of two
members of our class who are no longer with us. They are Robert Post
and Joseph Coggeshall of the United States Navy ... If girls care about
such things, and we have been told that they do, we suggest the Shaw-Vitti
method. We hereby nominate the Misses Shaw and Vitti as the two most
coy in the class of 1942 . . . Our seniors did a commendable job in the ora-
torical contest, but the younger generation just can't be beaten . . . William
Gault and William Keller were victims of some sort of chronic malady last
winter that required them to remain at home on many important exam-
ination days . . . "Believe it or not" — Statistics prove that John Kelley has
been a much better boy this past year. Of course, it is only fair to inform
the student body that his throwing arm went back on him the first week
of school . . . Since we have Queens of This and Queens of That, let's elect
Janie Franks "Queen of Enunciation and Pronunciation" . . . We sincerely
believe that George Canucci is studious, but we are not gullible enough
to think that he has been discussing homelessons with Arleen all year long
... At first we thought Lydia was well-mannered because of circumstances
beyond her control, but now we have come to the conclusion that she is
pleasant by nature ... If the Class of '42 ever became' stranded on an
island, it could still expect to eat, because Russell, Griswold, Carlisle, and
Fillebrown all have excellent reputations as hunters . . . Boys, is Agnes
Emond correct in believing that clothes make the girl? . . . Teddy has been
a French student for quite some time, but the phrase that he translates
with greatest ease is "cherchez la femme" ... If you believe that the only
causes worth fighting for are the lost ones, try to persuade Morton Sturte-
vant to speak more slowly . . . We, the Seniors, have been told by Mr.
Mongan that we have maintained an exceptionally high scholastic average
. . . May all our future endeavors be worthy of such high praise.
Richard Gavone '42
Some years ago, vague fears assailed
Our country: fears of strife
That lightly touched America,
But held no threat to life.
Today we hear the drone of planes.
And still the trucks roll by;
We know full well that there's a task:
The patriot's flame burns high!
Noiv, war is a reality,
Though vague and dimly felt
Except by those who have known pain
When death its bloiv has dealt.
No longer need our wondering youth
Feel words are poorly spent
That tell us we must blaze the trail
To some new firmament.
In truth, we have a mighty task
To keep our nation free;
The torch is ours — we must not fail;
We fight for liberty!
Elizabeth Viets '42
Front Row: George Canucci, Helen Shaw. Lydia Mongan, Mrs. Raymond, Faith Mill-
man, Jennette Franks, Harold DeCarli
Second Row: Barbara Skinner, Florinda Leal, Anna Scotti, Mary Kennedy. Connie
Murray, Laura Resnick, Isabelle Pierson
Third Row: Robert Wilson, Roger Whiting, Richard Gavone, Richard Wirtzburger.
Robert Cook, David Briggs, Samuel Franc
Few are the hearts where true content
Does in its fullness dwell,
And few are those who rightly prise
Its calm and holy spell.
He who true contentment feels.
However low his lot,
Holds in his hand a jewel rare
That will forsake him not.
Elsie Salmi '42
Laces of foam on dazzling shores
Encrust the hem of the ocean strand;
Gleaming, glistening, shining and white,
Capriciously tossed by the ocean's hand.
Star -spattered skies shine darkly on
Limpid, the ocean lies sleeping below,
Sighing in slumber, tossing a bit
While the breeze croons a Barcarolle
soft and low.
Lydia Mongan '42
DIANA IN DECEMBER
In shimmering, silvery silence
Shakes streams of scintillating snow-
From out her sable cloak
Upon a sleeping countryside.
Then, sweeping up her silken skirts.
She silently departs;
And as she steals away to meet the sun-
She looks back, sees that all is peace,
Jennette Franks '42
I see the fog roll in at night
And hide the winking stars from
It steals and creeps on muffled feet
And veils our town in dismal hue.
Along the roads the street lights bright
Are now choked by this clutching
When morning comes, the fog takes
And drifts on to some other place:
Our town stands out in sunshine blessed.
The roads, wet from the fog's em-
Give ample proof for all to know —
A London night has passed in space.
George Canucci '42
Christopher Clifford is packing his bag,
Christopher's going home —
He's travelling light with a change for
But he won't need a toothbrush or
Christopher's taking a bottle or two,
For Christopher's fond of his
A couple of flasks of the finest brew,
But it isn't the kind you'd think!
For Christopher Clifford is ten days old,
Arid he's leaving the hospital soon;
Snug in a beautiful blanket rolled,
He bids farewell with a tune.
Mary Mulcahy '42
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Beside the back piazza
And bordering the lawn,
There stands a stately ash tree
That I love to look upon.
In spring, when all the neighbors' trees
Have sprouted sprigs of green,
Our temperamental ash tree
Is still leafless, stark, and clean.
But ere the heat of summertime
Requires protecting shade,
Our guard against the sun is then
In verdant garb arrayed.
When other trees in autumn
With matchless hues abound,
Our ash tree stands denuded,
Its leaves upon the ground.
And these, obedient to her call,
As winds blow high and low
To Nature's most eccentric child,
Are last to come, and first to go.
Faith Millman '42
My house is on a grassy knoll
And overlooks the sea;
It battles all the winter storms,
But safely harbors me.
My house is low arid rambling
With cozy little rooms,
Where in the winter evenings
No fear of world strife looms.
My house has two large sen-
Which guard my sleep at night;
The wind soughs through their
And soothes my dreams till
My house is more than shelter.
It grows in strength each year:
It has a personality
That will not disappear.
Betty Viets '42
The sun is set; and darkiiess
So softly o'er a weary country-
Dark clouds hang low; the
pale moon peeps
Between the clouds, then slips
away to hide.
Soft snowflakes fall; all nature
Beneath a glistening blanket,
far and wide.
So rest, my sweet; in slum-
I leave you now. Sleep well
Jennette Franks '42
AS the blackness before dawn melted to a reddish grey, a group of
men on a half-built bridge waited breathlessly for the first sight of
the sun. "Hanged at sunrise" were the words which were running
through the minds of all. With a circle of death draped loosely around his
neck, a short, blond Confederate soldier glanced nervously toward a younger
Yankee lieutenant. The sun was rising; in a moment there would be one
less Confederate soldier in this troubled world.
Bowling Stuart had lived all his life in Virginia. At the age of twenty-
five he had married a fair young Southern belle and had taken title to his
father's plantation. With two children, he had lived happily for six
years and now, when he was the happiest, the Yankees were separating
him from all that he held dear. Enrolled as a colonel in the Confederate
army, he had been captured just twenty miles from Southern territory. He
had been sentenced to be hanged as a spy at sunrise on this morning of
October 31, 1863.
When the lieutenant signaled, Bowling felt the support beneath give
way. Down, down he went, the rope tightened, hisl neck snapped — was
this water? Gasping for air while shots whizzed by from the bridge above,
he ducked his head and drifted with the swirling current.
A mile down the river, he staggered upon the bank. Shivering from his
wet clothes and the cold of the morning, he set out on a run to keep warm.
"Only twenty miles to safety," he thought. "Ah! they won't catch me this
time. It's a good thing I kept my eyes open while I was a captive."
As the sun climbed high overhead, he left the river to avoid a North-
"How ironical! A week ago I was a condemned man in that very
place. It would be fine indeed if I can get food there and steal a horse and
uniform without being caught. Let me see; how can I do it? My matches
are dry. I'll set the woods on fire and draw all the men from camp."
Quickly he lighted the surrounding underbrush and darted as fast as
possible to a thicket outside the mess hall.
"There's the alarm. It won't be long now — there goes the chef."
He slipped silently in among the steaming kettles and ate hurriedly.
Having found a worn uniform and a good horse, he left camp without
much difficulty. By morning he would be sleeping in his own bed. He
would see his children and hold his wife in his arms again.
Dawn streaked the sky as he rode past the fields which had once been
filled with singing darkies. Then Lincoln had given to the nation the
Emancipation Proclamation. The soft southern morning lightened his
heart as he lifted the knocker on the front door. Steps were approaching.
"Bowling, it's you; you're home, darling!" sobbed his wife.
How tightly her warm arms held his neck — she was choking him!
Everything went black; Colonel Bowling Stuart was dead.
"Right shoulder arms. Forward — march!"
The squad disappeared over the brow of a hill while the body of Colonel
Stuart swung silently in the morning mist.
Malcolm Chamberlain '43
With blood-red glow
I'd always seen the sun si?ik low
Behind the vine tree and the fir —
But once I saw her splash her fires
On every pane
In soaring, man-made towers;
Each tiny square
A blazing flash of light
Which all too soon flared out and died
As daylight melted into night.
Isabel Brown '44
I love this debonair young lad
With straight, black hair and winning smile.
Eyes with power to beguile;
Dangling hands and awkward feet,
Tall and slim, but always neat;
A hand held out in friendliness,
A smile ivhich speaks of manliness —
/ love this debonair young lad.
The brother that I never had!
Joan Eldridge '44
Each gleaming flame
Is a graceful sylph
Dancing a ballet
On charred logs of white pine.
The wind breathes —
Each leaping flame flickers;
The logs break —
Each shivering flame quivers,
Then gently fades away!
Walter Roberts '44
The Seaman is a wrinkled man —
A man who's scarred and aged;
His face is like the sea itself,
A sea that is enraged.
The Seaman is a ivithered man —
A yuan who's old and gray;
His sunken eyes are haunting eyes
Which dream the livelong day.
The Seaman is a ynystic man—
A man from story books;
Though he's sailed the seas and seen the
He always seaward looks.
Milton Glassman '44
Last night, with frost crystals,
Mother Nature painted
A woodland scene upon my window pane.
Feathery ferns —
Fairest flowers —
Etched on a backgroioid of majestic trees.
Morning brought the sun —
Setting the forest
Ablaze with frozen fire.
Robert Van Amburgh '44
When all the world was very still
And it was hardly light,
I woke and glanced outside my pane
And found a world of wondrous white.
A strange, enchanting sorceress
Had walked through nook and dell,
And with her cold and subtle kiss
Had cast a magic spell.
My tinkling brook was quiet now,
Its face was glassy blue —
And .where my daisies used to grow
I found a drift of frozen dew.
Lois Gunther '44
The last star
Has winked out of the steel-grey sky —
And in the east,
A faint flush plays above the silver-plated
Suddenly the grey is ablaze
With the dazzling rays
Of the orange arc
Which slowly ascends
Into the vault of heaven
Until it sails, a ball of gold,
In the azure sky of early morn.
Robert Van Amburgh '44
Lies green and shimmering —
A scintillating emerald
Challenging all who gaze at it
To find fault
With its flawless beauty.
Prances Scheid '44
In moorland meadows by the sea,
From rows of hay new-mown —
With every summer breeze to me
Delicious draughts are blown.
I breathe the fragrance of the rose,
The dainty lady's flower —
/ taste the honey gift that goes
To make each clover's dower.
But most I like the fragrance fine
Pressed from long, sweet grass,
And poured like a transparent wine
Into the day's clear glass.
Beverly Feinberg '44
Winter's first white jewels hang heavy on
And crystal tears lie frozen, secured there
by the breeze,
While bushes, like a dainty froth of filmy
Caress the lake, so still it lies, a mirror is
The sun plays twinkling melodies upon each
And with each note there comes a dream
of radiant, new-born hope;
So white the world and pure, in innocence
Wrapped in silent, blissful sleep under
Ruth Dale '44
GARETH AND LYNETTE
Wm. Lam's Version
IT all happened one day after a graduate from the romper stage, named
Gareth, pushed his kiddy car up to his mater's rocker and ran off at the
mouth about the condition of the world. He said he was going to be one of
King Arthur's torpedoes, and rub out the guys who were trying to muscle
in on his territory. His maw, Bellicent, handed him a sob story because
she was afraid he would get his anatomy spread over the landscape. Finally
she let him go provided he would agree to undress potatoes in King
Arthur's hash house for a year and a day.
Gareth played nursemaid to the onion bin for a while, but soon tired
of crying over scallions. He was having trouble with the union anyway,
so he went to King Arthur and told him that his real moniker was Gareth,
and made the King promise that he should be allowed to assist the next
damsel in distress.
One day a dame by the name of Lynette threw out her anchor at King
Arthur's wickiup. With tears and mascara running down her cheeks, she
demanded Sir Lancelot, the strong, silent, glamor boy who made all the
girls' tickers function on a War Time basis, to free her sister from the
Castle Perilous where she was held by four fugitives from a Tong War.
King Arthur, however, remembered his promise to Gareth, and instead of
Sir Lancelot, he nominated Gareth.
Lynette implied that King Arthur was an old fuddy duddy and tore
out with a snit on. Gareth straddled his hay burner, released the brake,
and galloped after Lynette! Who wouldn't?
After futzing around for a while, they met up with Morning Star.
Gareth and Morning Star started throwing the bull over whose old man
was who, so Gareth gave him a backhander and sent him on his way to
Lynette said he still smelled like Joe's Beanery and Gareth told her
to stop slipping her clutch and get out of first speed. By this time they
had sighted the next knight, Noonday Sun, who was really a flashy kid,
but he lost his marbles when his horse slipped in the stream. Next Gareth
encountered Evening Star, who had three or four layers of epidermis for
armor plating. Evening star got a toe hold on him, and that made Gareth
see red, so he blitzed him and threw him into the drink. About this time
Lynette decided Gareth wasn't so gestanko and was ready to settle down
to a quiet game of squiggin, but there was work to be done.
As Gareth went to battle Death, the last knight, his feet were cold
enough to freeze the Madison Square Garden skating rink. When his
knees stopped beating a Conga long enough to enable him to deliver a
roundhouse right to Death's button, Gareth was amazed to see Death fold
up like a wet dish rag, and upon looking under the tin hat, he found that
Death was just a little shrimp stooging for the other three guys.
At this point authorities differ. Some say Gareth got spliced to
Lynette, while others insist that Lady Lyonors, Lynette's sister, was the
one who took the vow, but if Lynette let Gareth get away after he risked
his life for her and took all those insults without yelling "Uncle," she
couldn't have had much more on the ball than her finger prints.
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THEY ALSO SERVE
You, working there beside that drill,
Why so glum? Does your heart not thrill
To thoughts that with each passing day
It's men like you who pave the way
To victory o'er savage hordes?
What's that you say? You'd rather serve
With fighting men, and show your nerve
To those who jibe and taunt and say
That you're not brave, you've run away
To hide behind your valued job?
Stand by your task! Be not dismayed.
Though there's no glory in your trade,
The true worth lies withi?i your heart,
Because you know you've done your part
To rid the world of tyrant's reign.
And tell this to those taunting fools:
"They also serve ivho give us tools."
Richard Kearsley '43
'And that, too, shall pass away" (Genesis)
Some day you'll turn to dust —
Back to whence you came,
To cover mortal cities
And bury dying fame.
Some day the winds will rage
Across the wasted strands,
And mortal eyes shall see no more
Those worlds beneath the sands.
Some day the moon will shine
Upon a cold, bleak stone,
And trace beneath a golden beam
A name that is your own.
Walter Silva '43
The happiest years of life, 'tis said,
Are those of teen-age youth,
But looking back on the life I've led,
I can relate, forsooth,
That Adolescence is watery cokes,
And yearning for portable "vies" ;
Just harmless gossip, fads galore
And school girls' hockey sticks;
It's a busy world, a dizzy world, this
Hazy, lazy adolescent world,
A disillusioning, exhausting time of strife,
And a glamorous, amorous time of life.
Phyllis Lawday '43
I hear it ringing from the children's room
When morning rays of sun are beaming
Arid when the fears of darkness start to
I hear it echo far into the night.
Its joyful sound escapes from happy
Its merry tinkling soothes the sick and
And, even when the sky is black with
I hear it pierce the storm most dark and
From shelters crowded with both young
From ships that brave the dangers of the
From shacks that fail to block the storm
I hear it shout at danger mockingly.
For laughter makes the hearts of men grow
Let's thank the Lord for laughter, day and
Jean Boutin '43
A tiny breeze this evening
Gently glided by;
It sped across the chimney tops
And through a winter sky.
It whirled the falling snowflakes
Into mounds of crystal white:
It kissed the land as it blew on,
And breathed a soft good night.
A tiny breeze in Europe
Sorrowfully blew by;
It heard the cannon roaring
And it heard the battle cry.
It hurried over rivers
And over lakes grown red;
It soothed the brows of soldiers,
And it gently kissed the dead.
In deep and tragic anguish
It rose above the din,
And wended its way toward Heaven
Whispering , "This is sin!"
God, heed this supplication:
All hearts are turned to Thee;
May hate and lust forever die,
And leave our country free!
Mary Capozucca '43
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HE 8:30 bell has rung, Cicero. Stop that shouting and sit down . . .
What's the matter with you, Brutus? Are you jealous of Caesar?
I'm sorry, Virgil, I'll have to reject this poetry . . . ,No oral topic
prepared, Cicero? Take a zero and see me after class . . . You say that an
apple fell on your head, Newton, and now you have a headache? . . . Galileo,
stop staring through that telescope! . . . Shakespeare, you are positively
stupid! The composition you handed in is a perfect example of childish
exaggeration . . . Bacon, you had better change your style of writing. As
an essayist you'll never make the grade. . . . Give me that paper, Wright!
Pictures of airships! Humph! What's wrong with you? . . . Einstein, you
failed miserably in that last physics quiz . . . Washington, I can't under-
stand you. You'll never amount to anything."
Who knows what statesman, what famous poet, what great mathe-
matician, or what mad inventor may be trembling today within the walls
Gladys Cohen '43
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Front Row: William Lamborghini, Benjamin Brewster, Robert MacDonagh. George
Radcliffe, William MacDonald, Loring Belcher, David Briggs
Second Row: Ruth Morton, Richard Kearsley, Jennette Franks, George Canucci,
Gladys Cohen, Mary Anderson, Marcia Brooks
Third Row: Naomi McNeil, Jean Boutin, Marie Martinelli, Anna Scotti, Florinda Leal.
Mrs. Raymond, Muriel Humphrey, Laura Resnick, Faith Millman, Betty Viets,
Fourth Row: Isabelle Pierson, Helen Shaw, Edward Cavicchi, Barbara Maloon. Mar-
jorie Neal, Lydia Mongan, Harold Hayward, Isabel Brown, Virginia Lynch. Joan
Fifth Row: Roger Whiting, Edwin Bastoni, Richard Wirtzburger, Ronald BUtterfield,
Bernard Kritzmacher, Richard Gavone
Absentee: Nancy Bartlett
HALL Df TAME
Her celebrated family trait
Is playing hard and shooting
He well deserves his portrait here,
For he excelled in sports this
Three audiences she drove wild
By crying, "Fireman, Save My
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ANN JEAN ARLENE LILLIAN
In future years, we Sophomores deem,
They'll lend support to every team.
Our worthy Red Cross captain sits
And serves her country as she
In oratory he surpassed
Three members of the Senior
We're not the least bit hesitant
In lauding our Class President.
En guise d'introduction
Honorables et chers lecteurs,
Malgre les actualites formidables, qui se passent en France, et malgre
tout ce qui arrive partout, nous ecrivons en francais avec la conviction que
la France reprendra encore une fois son ancienne position dans le monde.
Paris, une des plus belles villes de l'Europe, est decrite en montrant
quelques nouveaux aspects a cause de la guerre.
Aussi a cause de la guerre la vie a l'ecole n'est pas le meme que celle
de l'annee derniere. Nous avons fait quelques observations a l'ecole et au
dehors. Certaines sont tres amusantes.
Nous avons ecrit quelques anecdotes aussi pour vous amuser et pour
vous faire rire.
Nous esperons que vous trouverez ces selections-ci tres interessantes.
Bien a vous,
t Anna Scotti '42
Mon Journal De
Paris D'autrefois et Paris D'aujourd'hui
le dix mai, 1935:
Les gens sont en foule sur les Champs-Elysees aujourd'hui comme je
marche le long de l'avenue avec mon ami, Jean. Des personnes, gais et
riants, s'amusent et parlent des incidents heureux qui viendront bientot.
Ces Parisiens sont tres genereux et mon ami a donne meme un dollar au
mendiant qui passe au milieu de la foule. Les touristes visitent les places
historiques et les points d'interet comme l'Hotel des Invalides et comme la
Cathedrale de Notre-Dame. Tout Paris et toute la France sont heureux au
printemps de 1935.
le dix mai, 1941:
Encore les gens sont en foule sur les Champs-Elysees mais ils ne sont
pas gais et joyeux comme ils l'etaient en l'annee 1935. Tout le monde est
tranquille et sur les batiments publics, le drapeau Nazi avec le Swastika
flotte. On place les soldats Nazis partout dans "La France Occupee." Tout
Paris et toute la France ont une haine amere dans son coeur pour les
ennemis qui ont vaincu leur patrie bien-aimee. Tout le monde sait la faim
ou la saura quand l'hiver viendra. Mais bien que la France fut vaincue, le
peuple de ce pays ne perdra pas l'espoir qu'on delivrera leur pays des mains
de leur ennemis.
David Briggs '42
Un Paris Gai
Oui, il y a de la musique dans le Paris gai, capitale de la France. Mais
ce n'est pas la musique "a la francaise." Non, malheureusement, elle est la
bruyante melodie des cafes de l'Allemagne. Les gens s'amusent. Les
theatres et les cinemas sont encore ouverts. Mais les gens de France ne
voient pas les presentations qu'ils aimeraient voir. lis ne peuvent pas lire
ce qu'ils aimeraient lire. lis sont contents? Les universites sont pleins
d'etudiants, apprenant des choses plus belles que la guerre. Beaucoup de
ces etudiants sont les soldats Allemands, mais les choses continuent malgre
ces conditions. La Seine coule toujours. Les femmes battent le pave pour
voir les etalages dans les vitrines des magasins. Souvent les hommes se
promenent le long des boulevards, regardant les places, les boutiques, et les
eglises. Dans les pares, ou les enfants jouent, l'herbe, les arbres, et les
fleurs croissent aussi. Paris semblant gai. Mais est-il vraiment gai?
Laura Resnick '42
Du haut, en bas les etoiles d'hiver regardent une ville fracassee, — oui,
fracassee — au moins, exterieurement, — mais son esprit est encore vivant!
Une lamentation monte a leurs oreilles comme une mere qui sanglotte pour
son enfant. A ce gemissement, les feux celestes semblent faire halte par
pitie. lis entendent les debats chuchotes d'une riviere puissante.
Et alors, les astres clignotent et ils se disent:
"Cette ville la-bas ne peut pas etre la meme sur laquelle nous luisions!
Ou le rire et les allumettes ont-elles disparu? Et les amoureux qui aimaient
se promener dans les jardins au clair de la lune, qui murmuraient des
niaiseries douces, ou sont-ils? Nous ne voyons plus les amants; nous
n'entendons plus les mots tendres. Nous ne voyons que des bottes de fer;
nns n'entendons que des ordres gutturaux! Qu'est-ce que e'est? Est-ce
notre Paris, reellement?"
Faith Millman '42
Paris Hier et Aujourd'hui
Le bruit brusque des chevaux dans la nuit, les feuilles fremissant sur
les arbres du Champs-Elysees, ce sont les souvenirs qui me viennent quand
je pense a la vieille ville que j'aimais. Les cafes sur les rues etaient pleins
de gens riant et sont pleines de tumulte gaie d'une nation qui jouit de la
vie de son mieux.
Une marchande de fleurs crie ses merceries aux passants. Audessous
des feux, l'odeur de marrons rotis flotte dans l'air. Je me demande si ce
Aujourd'hui les Allemands sont a Paris: des soldats dans les cafes et
de blondes jeunes femmes qui marchent sur les rues avec leurs "Baedekers"
a la main. Au printemps, meme que les arbres ont de nouvelles robes vertes
et la Seine passe tranquillement devant la Cathedrale de Notre-Dame, il n'y
a pas le meme esprit de gaiete et de joie de vivre qui est si frangais. Peut-
etre dans les annees qui viendront, Paris deviendra comme elle l'etait —
la plus belle ville du monde. Elle deviendra encore le centre de tout
Lydia Mongan '42
Quels changements a l'ecole cette annee-ci! Quels sont ces change-
Est-ce que les eleves n'etudient pas? Mais non, c'est a cause de la
guerre que les eleves sont tres occupes. II y a des eleves qui tricotent des
bas et des mitaines pour les pauvres refugies. Des autres etudiants font des
bandeaux pour La Croix Rouge. C'est pour une cause honorable ce
Beaucoup d'etudiants ont achete des obligations epargnees et des
timbres pour la defense de notre patrie.
On dit qu'il y aura une penurie de papier bientot. Eh bien, les eleves
ne devront pas ecrire trop, n'est-ce pas?
Les filles ainees parlent toujours de leurs cavaliers qui sont soldats.
Puisqu' il y a des soldats qui sejournent dans l'ancienne ecole de l'autre
cote de la rue, les jeunes filles sont toujours a la fenetre. C'est l'uniforme,
n'est-ce pas? Quelques soldats viennent a l'ecole pour manipuler les
machines a ecrire. Des autres soldats viennent a l'ecole pour jouer dans
Oui, il y a beaucoup de changements a l'ecole cette annee.
Anna Scotti '42
Le soldat et la petite fille
Un jour dans la ville de Plymouth, un personne en passant sur la rue
Lincoln la vieille ecole, qui est un poste militaire maintenant aurait pu voir
cet extraordinaire double-garde se promenant de long en large devant le
batiment. Un arme avec un fusil, l'autre avec une petite voiture.
Tout le matin les deux gardes continuent a faire leurs devoirs. Le soldat
et la petite fille.
Bien qu'il ne fut pas possible pour moi d'entendre la conversation, mon
imagination me dit que bien que le soldat ne parla a personne, beaucoup de
questions ont ete posees et toujours l'inevitable "pourquoi"?
Quand l'heure pour dejeuner arriva, la petite fille quitta le soldat, qui
continua sa garde.
Elle ne retourna pas pour continuer la garde avec son amie.
Cette histoire prouve que quelque soit l'age, un homme en uniforme a
son attraction pour les jeunes filles.
Eh, bien, c'est la guerre!
Virginia Lynch '42
Cinq et Cinq Font Dix
Un jour au printemps l'eleve Jacques etait tres mechant. Peut-etre la
saison est la raison, mais qui sait? II n'a pas fait son devoir.
"Qu'est-ce que c'est?" le maitre s'est eerie. "Nous n'avons pas fait nos
devoirs?" Pauvre petit Jacques: pour le punir, il lui a fait ecrire dix
phrases de penitence. Le maitre a dicte — "Nous sommes mechants, nous
n'avons pas fait nos devoirs."
Avec cette punition terrible, Jacques revient chez soi, la tete courbee
Vient le jour prochain, Jacques s'est presente au maitre, son papier a
la main. Le maitre etudie le papier. En lettres rondes et fermes cinq
phrases sont ecrites, c'est, tout. "Mais ou sont les autres?" demanda le
"Monsieur," dit Jacques, "vous m'avez instruit! II faut que nous
ecrivions dix phrases! Eh bien, vous completerez le papier, n'est-ce pas?
Lydia Mongan '42
Le Voyageur et Les Langues
Tout le monde aime a voyager et voir les grandes et belles cathedrales
et les longues avenues dans le monde.
Dans une petite ville pres de Paris, il y a un petit hotel. Sur la porte
une enseigne lit "Ici on parle l'anglais, l'espagnol, l'allemand, le russe,
Un voyageur qui entre dans l'hotel demande au proprietaire, "Ou sont
"Oui, l'enseigne sur la porte dit qu'on parle cinq langues etrangeres ici."
"Mais oui, mais oui. On parle ces langues ici. Ce sont les voyageurs
qui les parlent."
David Briggs '42
Charles et les quatre saisons
Un jour, quand Charles etait a l'ecole, son professeur commenca a
parler des saisons de l'annee.
II dit, "Les quatres saisons sont l'ete, l'hiver, le printemps, et
l'automne." Charles n'ecoutait pas.
"En ete il fait chaud, en hiver il fait froid, au printemps on cueille le
fruit, et en automne les feuilles tombent des arbres." Ensuite le professeur
demande a Charles, "Quand est le meilleur temps pour cueillir les pommes?
Charles hesita et ensuite il dit, "Le meilleur temps pour les pommes
est quand le fermier est dans la maison et le chien de garde n'y est pas
Gerald Longhi '42
Sur un jardin superbe a Paris etait ecrit l'inscription suivante — Je
donnerais ce jardin a l'homme qui est content.
Un jeune homme, qui desira avoir ce jardin qui est. si beau, chercha
le proprietaire. II le trouva. Tout de suite le proprietaire demanda — Etes-
L'autre repliqua — Oui, je suis toujours content.
Le vieillard dit — Non, vous n'etes pas content. Une personne qui
desire quelque chose qui n'est pas a lui n'est pas content.
Joan Holmes '42
Georges n'etait jamais heureux a l'ecole.
Un jour son pere lui a dit, "Georges, mon petit, qu'est-ce que tu fais
a l'ecole? Est-ce que tu apprends a lire un peu?"
"Est-ce que tu apprends a ecrire un peu?"
"Eh bien, qu'est-ce que tu fais a l'ecole?"
Georges repond a son pere, "Moi, j'attends l'heure de sortir!"
Anna Scotti '42
Un Cas Grave
Un homme, Paul Dufour, alia chez son medecin pour voir pourquoi il
ne dort pas. II dit qu'il se couche a dix ou onze heures.
Le medecin demanda, "Vous ne pouvez pas dormir? Vous vous
reveillez deux ou trois heures apres que vous vous couchez?"
"Non, je dors jusqu'au matin."
"Est-ce que vous vous levez tard ou de bonne heure?"
M. Dufour dit, "Je me leve a neuf ou dix heures le matin, et la
dimanche a midi."
"Pourquoi me demandez-vous pourquoi vous ne dormez pas?"
Paul Dufour repondit, "Parce que quand je veux me reposer pendant
la journee je ne peux pas dormir.
Charlotte Valler '42
___ 9erslJ LoikJii
He built a bridge, he crossed the
A mighty band had he:
So Caesar wrote in ancient times
To show how great was he.
And Cicero told of Catiline
His life, his deeds, his end:
His clear-cut style you skim with
And little time need spend.
At last you've reached the final
And Vergil lies before —
And, though you find Aeneas good,
He sometimes is a bore.
How oft, I wonder, would these
In ghostly wrath arise
If only they could hear the way
We try to improvise.
Gladys Cohen '43
THE LATIN HOUR
With apologies to Henry Longfellow
Between my supper and bedtime,
When my mother begins to
Comes a pause in the day's occu-
That's known as the Latin Hour.
I see from my seat at the table
Verbs jumping. out by the pair;
Queer "esse" and simple "rogare,"
And "fero" with parts like "fer."
Do you think, O puzzling subjunc-
Because you come hard to me
That such an old scholar as I am
Is not a good match for thee?
I'll have you fast in my brain cells,
And will not let you depart,
But inscribe you deep in my mem-
And forget not even a part.
And there will I keep you forever,
Yes, forever and a day —
Till the wall of knowledge shall
And Latin shall moulder away.
Jane Reynolds '43
Georgius Canuccius S. D. Publio Tuscano
Orbis terrae multum mutavit ab tempore ubi tibi scripsi. Turn omnia
erant placidissima in orbe terrae, sed nunc bellum, ira Martis confectum,
per orbem terrae vagatur. Mali viri, similes bellicoso Hannibali, et ignari
se numquam victuros esse, nostram patriam delere et regnare orbem terrae
temptant. Coniurationem, vagantem late, fecerunt, et iam multae parvae
nationes, similes provinciis in Gallia, sub eorum imperio ceciderunt. Nunc
America quoque in pugnam tracta est. Modi vitae nostrae bello pro liber-
tate iurum hominis mutati sunt, et omnis civis patriae suae auxilio omnes
suos labores pollicitus est. Brevi tempore ei mali dictatores deicientur et
viri huius coniurationis, similes viris Catilinae coniurationis, multabuntur.
Omnes cives, qui pacem amant, petunt diem cum omnes nationes sub Deo
in condicionem novam libertatis invenient, et certe id imperium populi, ab
populo, populo non ab orbe terrae numquam peribit. Die mihi qua condi-
cione res in tua patria sint. Vale.
George Canucci '42
PLYMOUTH HIGH SCHOOL
was represented by a fine foot-
ball team this year. The boys
were noted for their spirit and
cooperation with one another and
with their coaches, Mr. John Walk-
er and Mr. Mario Romano, who
deserve much praise for the excel-
lent record of the team. Captain
Albert Post played stellar football
through the season, and his versa-
tility was an important factor in
Plymouth victories. The first prac-
tice was delayed this year, and the
boys did not report until September
8, twelve days before the first game.
PLYMOUTH 6 — HINGHAM
On September 20, Plymouth eked out a six to nothing win over a
husky Hingham High team. The game was a scoreless tie until, in the last
twenty seconds of the game, Hingham tried an aerial which was inter-
cepted by Silvio Adamo. He raced sixty-five yards, and, with the aid of a
good block by Arthur Moskos, scored the winning touchdown.
PLYMOUTH 8 — ABINGTON
After two years of decided supremacy over Plymouth gridiron teams,
Abington High bowed in defeat. The Green and White came to Plymouth
on September 27 with a fine following which expected to go home victori-
ous. In the third period Silvio Adamo scampered around left end for the
score. The try for the extra point failed, but two points were gained later
when George Heath blocked an Abington kick and recovered in the end
zone for a safety.
PLYMOUTH 13 — ROCKLAND 19
Plymouth High suffered its first loss when it traveled to Rockland on
October 4, where, for the first time in twenty-one years, a Rockland eleven
outscored a Plymouth High football team. Plymouth had a one-point
lead at the half, but, with only ninety seconds of the third period gone,
Harold Caramello, a sophomore, scored. Then Rockland scored twice in
the last few minutes of play and assured itself of a victory. Despite the loss,
the Plymouth boys showed that they could take as well as give it.
PLYMOUTH 19 — BRIDGEWATER 6
With a large following, Plymouth
journeyed to Bridgewater on Octo-
ber 18. Albert Post scored only
once during the first half, but
throughout the third quarter Plym-
outh showed unquestionable su-
periority. Plymouth reserves saw
plenty of action during the last
stanza, and Bridgewater scored
once. Allen Longhi, a junior, gave
a fine running exhibition, which
won him a starting berth the fol-
PLYMOUTH 6 — MIDDLEBORO
Middleboro came to Stephens Field on October 25. The Orange and
Black running attack was superb, and Plymouth was forced to fight for
every inch gained. It was not until the second half that Plymouth tallied
on a pass from Maccaferri to Post. Joseph Tavernelli, an end, won himself
a starting position against Whitman because of his fine defensive play in
this game. Captain Varney of Middleboro was outstanding in the Orange
and Black offense.
PLYMOUTH 20 — WHITMAN
With four inches of mud on the playing field, Plymouth played its
finest game of the season. Sport fans were amazed at the way Plymouth
outclassed Whitman, which had previously been undefeated. Only once
during the whole game did Whitman threaten to score, and then Plymouth
stoutly held on its own twenty-yard line. Albert Post played the best game
of his career, scoring three times and adding one point after a touchdown.
It was, indeed, a happy day for Plymouth High School.
PLYMOUTH 37 — NANTUCKET
Plymouth was highly favored over the Islanders, and the outcome did
not create a surprise. Plymouth collected only twelve points in the first
half. However, the latter periods produced some great passing by Harold
Maccaferri and some fine running by Post and Adamo, which accounted for
the heavy scoring.
PLYMOUTH 7 — WEYMOUTH 28
Plymouth tasted defeat for the second time during the season at the
hands of a very powerful Weymouth High School football team. The Plym-
outh team was without the services of their ace passer, Harold Maccaferri,
yet they scored on Weymouth as much as has any other opponent this year.
The Plymouth score was the result of a blocked kick by George Heath with
Joseph Tavernelli recovering for Plymouth. With three straight line
plunges, Captain Post ran for the touchdown and added the extra point.
Ted Martin gave a masterful kicking performance, while George Butters
did commendable work backing up the line.
. . STATISTICS . .
SCORING: Plymouth scored 116 points against opposition.
Opposition scored 53 points against Plymouth.
Plymouth won six games and lost two.
Plymouth scored on all opposition.
Five teams failed to score on Plymouth.
Front Row: George Heath, George Butters, Benjamin Brewster, Albert Post, Silvio
Adamo, Theodore Martin, Charles Peterson
Second Row: Mr. Walker, Harold Maccaferri, Murdock Christie, Joseph Tavernelli,
Richard Wirtzburger, Harold Caramello, Loring Belcher, Mr. Romano
Third Row: Allen Longhi, Theodore Collas, Henry Carvalho, Ronald Butterfield. Sid-
ney Shwom, Alvin DeCost, Arthur Moskos
Front Row: Edmund Axford, Roger Whiting, John Kelley
Second Row: Paul Brewster, Walter St. George, Mr. Guidaboni, Evan Yates, William
OFF THE BACKBOARDS
N OTHER fine basketball
team proved its mettle this
year by winning eleven
games out of a possible
twenty during an exceptionally
tough schedule. Pre-season predic-
tions placed Plymouth on the weak
side of the fence, but the "experts"
quickly changed their minds when
the Blue and White nosed out a
very strong Alumni team 54-21.
The season's initial week was com-
pleted with two more victories, one
over a clever Abington High School
team and another over Hyannis.
Later in the season, Hyannis managed to stop our lads by a score of 35-30,
but Abington was scalped 55-26.
Plymouth's early victory streak continued with a 32-25 win over
Hingham, but in the next contest it was halted by Rockland High. Rockland
overcame an early Plymouth lead to squeeze in a last-minute 30-26 win.
It was a heart-breaking game for Plymouth to lose, especially when in the
next encounter Rockland nipped Plymouth again in a thrilling overtime
game at Rockland by a score of 35-32.
The outcome of the game at Stoughton threw a pail of water on
Plymouth's red hot tournament hopes as the Shiretowners bowed to last
year's tournament champs, score 55-27. However, Plymouth overwhelmed
East Bridgewater in both games of the series. North Quincy, a new school
on Plymouth's schedule, snatched two victories from the Blue and White,
while another recent newcomer, North Attleboro, bowed twice. After
swamping Bridgewater at Plymouth, the Shiretowners played a disappoint-
ing game at Bridgewater, losing the contest 33-25.
Plymouth ended its regular schedule by defeating Stoughton High
School, the South Shore Champions, by a score of 30-28 at Plymouth.
. . The South Shore Tournament . .
IN the first round of the tourna-
ment, Plymouth was pitted
against Abington High School. The
Blue and White experienced great
difficulty in downing the Green and
White. However, Plymouth
emerged from the final stanza as
the victor by a good margin of
37-25. Gerald Romano led the
Shiretowners' attack with fifteen
points to his credit, while Captain
Pederzani contributed thirteen
points toward the victory.
Plymouth encountered Middle-
boro High School in the semi-finals.
Both squads were at the peak of their performance, and the resulting
contest was a thriller. The first three periods featured no lead by either
team, but a sustained Plymouth drive in the final stanza ended the contest
in another Plymouth win by a score of 34-29.
For a second time in three consecutive years the Shiretowners reached
the finals. Their opponent this year was Stoughton High School. Led by
Captain Pederzani, who accumulated twenty points during the game, Plym-
outh remained only four points short of a tie at the end of the first half.
During the remaining periods, Stoughton's height began to tell on the
Plymouth lads as Stoughton started grabbing backboard rebounds and
turning them into scores. When the final whistle blew, Stoughton had
retained its South Shore Championship for another year by a score of 44-30.
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Cingolani, Harold Caramello. Roger Whiting. George Butters. Gerald Romano.
David Maccaferri, Alfred Holmes, Mr. Walker
. . PUGNO PENS A NOTE . .
Lincoln Street Kennels
September '41 — April '42
Dear Sport Fans:
First I must explain who I am, and why I am writing this letter. I'm
a wooden Boston bull-dog adopted by the hockey girls at the beginning of
their season. Upon adoption, I was christened "Pugno" (I fight!) and I then
became their official mascot. I travelled about with them to share victories
and defeats, and I can therefore give you first-hand information concern-
ing their sports activities.
The girls had an excellent program this fall in which many girls par-
ticipated in class and school games. After several weeks of stick-work and
scrimmages the first and second team line-ups were chosen. As usual,
most of the first team were Seniors, but there were four Juniors who earned
positions on this team and I, for one, admit that they were GOOD!
"Scooping" around the records, I find that this team opened the season
with the most decisive victory over
Pembroke and the most devastating
defeat from the sticks of Scituate
that has been experienced for many
years. I was there behind the goal
posts yipping for the girls, and,
even though they lost, I'm dog-
matic enough to state that they
took their defeat like real sports-
men. I am also still wagging my
tail with pride and joy, because this
was the only defeat during the en-
tire season. They played ten games,
winning six, tying three, and losing one. Perhaps I should bark a reminder
to the girls that they give due credit to their practise opponents, for the
second team played through the season undefeated and unscored upon.
The girls and I achieved one distinction — we were the first team to
engage in a free-for-all scrimmage with the football boys. The spectators
shrieked with laughter when the Coach and his squad dashed on the field,
appropriately uniformed in romper suits and kerchiefs, ready to beat the
girls at their own game. Coach Walker, promptly nicknamed the "Red
Terror," was outstanding in Mrs. Garvin's red instructor's tunic. He fought
everywhere for the ball, and finally succeeded in securing it for a solo
dash that tied the score. During the game the boys were a bit rough, but
the girls managed to hold their own.
The hockey season ended on Thanksgiving morning when a surpris-
ingly large number of Alumnae played against the school team. After a
hard hour of battling, my team ended their schedule with a 2-0 victory.
The fresh air and sunshine, the exercise in barking, and the food at
Dutchland Farm stands have improved my health to such an extent that I
shall surely rear all my puppies to be future Plymouth mascots.
Aft^r being in the dog-house for two weeks, I finally crawled out and
sniffed about in search of a ball — a basketball. It was then that I found
fifty girls ready to participate in intramural games.
On Washington's birthday my girls played their first game against the
Alumnae, and won by a 24-17 score. Next I witnessed an unusually interest-
ing play-day game in the company of Superintendent Burr F. Jones and
Mr. Anson B. Handy, President of Hyannis State Teachers College, in the
school gymnasium. Plymouth and Hyannis girls formed four Color Teams
so that there were three girls from each school on a team. After two
games had been played, the winners competed in a final game for the
championship. The records showed that of the total eighty-eight points
scored during the entire afternoon, Plymouth girls made forty-seven points
and that Captain Mary Mulcahy was among the high scorers.
A series of interscholastic class games was played with Middleboro,
Bourne, Hingham, and Scituate in which Plymouth teams had an oppor-
tunity to observe the technique of their opponents, improve their own
skills, and make many new friends. The only defeat for the senior team,
and a one-point one at that, was inflicted by the Scituate girls, the South
Shore Champions of 1942.
Fine spring days ushered in badminton, bowling, shuffleboard, and
ping pong tournaments. These sports attracted many students — even the
boys, who attempted to show the girls the RIGHT way to play.
In closing, I wish to thank the girls for the many exciting afternoons
I spent with them, and to express the hope that next year's teams will see
fit to adopt me as their mascot.
Front Row: Helen Shaw, Plorinda Leal, Marjorie Neal, Mary Goddard, Anna Scotti,
Frances Barlow, Pauline Holmes, Dolores Tarantino
Second Row: Mary Capozucca, Janice Cavicchi, Ann MacLeod, Betsey McCosh, Jean
Boutin, Mrs. Garvin, Rose Brigida, Janice Knight, Naomi McNeil, Faith Millman,
Third Row: Joan Chiari, Natalie Sampson, Laura Resnick, Marion Clark, Marie
Sance, Anna Pederzani, Marcia Holmes, Gloria Tracy, Elide Benati, Norma John-
son, Peggy Youngman, Doris Bergonzini, Shirley Collins
Front Row: Phyllis Ginhold, Marie Martinelli, Mary Goddard, Mary Mulcahy, Flor-
inda Leal, Anna Scotti
Second Row: Helen Sherman, Betsey McCosh, Naomi McNeil, Rose Brigida, Janice
Knight, Jean Boutin, Eleanor Nicoli, Peggy Youngman
Third Row: Lillian Shaw, Joan Eldridge, Elide Benati, Anna Pederzani, Joan Chiari,
Natalie Sampson, Jean Maccaferri, Nancy Bartlett
Absentees: Mrs. Garvin, Marcia Brooks
^AfliAmnL v I oh
Nichols Junior College
Dear Alumni Editors, ^
After graduating from P. H. S. in 1935, I entered the College of Liberal
Arts at Boston University; at the end of my sophomore year, I transferred
to Pembroke College, where I majored in French language and literature.
During my senior year I was appointed student assistant in the college
library. This work interested me so much that I decided to become a libra-
In the year following graduation from Brown (of which Pembroke
College is a part) , I worked as a salesgirl at the Shepard Store in Provi-
dence, and after Christmas I returned to Plymouth to take a position as a
volunteer worker in the Loring Reading Room. In June I became a guide
at Pilgrim Hall.
In September, 1940, I obtained a position as librarian at Nichols Junior
College, a college of business administration for young men. The work is
very interesting, but I find after a year and a half that I still have much to
learn about the many phases of business studied here. During my time
off I enjoy the sports programs, concerts, plays, and all other extra-
curricular activities, so I feel more like a student than a librarian.
Yours very sincerely,
Lucy M. Holmes
Apt. E, Russell Building
-^ .. . _. ,., Plvmouth, Massachusetts
Dear Alumni Editors,
Why the career of the President of the Class of 1923 has not been more
distinguished can be readily explained by any of my classmates, who know
that I was elected by a fluke, the two more popular and worthy candidates
splitting the vote, allowing the least worthy to win.
After graduating from Plymouth High, I attended State College in
Lewiston, Maine, earning my tuition and other expenses by writing for the
Lewiston Sun, and by performing many humbler tasks. Cross-country
running, winter sports, and the literary editorship of the college paper
were my principal campus activities.
After my sophomore year, I did not return to college for financial
reasons, but I remained in Plymouth, earning money in various ways. The
following fall, I entered Bowdoin College as a Junior, joined the Sigma
Nu fraternity, and continued my studies and college activities. I was
graduated with honors in 1928.
Immediately after my graduation, I went to New York, to work in a
large advertising agency. After three years as a copywriter, I was able to
go abroad. In Paris, I studied at the Alliance Frangaise, the University of
Paris, and the Ecole de Louvre. I received a teaching fellowship at the
Ecole de Garcons in Rennes, with the privilege of continuing my studies
at the University of Rennes.
Upon my return from Europe, I wrote for the Plymouth County
News, and later did similar work for the Old Colony Memorial. Antici-
pating at that time the military crisis which is only now upon us, I enlisted
in the U. S. Army, and served in Hawaii, eventually taking charge of opera-
tions for the 19th Pursuit Squadron.
After three years in the army, I returned to civilian life and the Old
Colony Memorial. I am now editing a newspaper in Weymouth, and
writing some of the editorials for the Plymouth paper.
Best wishes to you all,
E. Reynolds Mosman, '23
Dear Alumni Editors, January 22 ' 1942
After leaving P. H. S. in 1929, I was granted the degree of B. S. in
Mechanical Engineering at Northeastern University in 1934. I was then
an engineer at the Plymouth Cordage Company until May, 1937, at which
time I became a Steam Boiler and Pressure Vessel Inspector for the Mutual
Boiler Insurance Company of Boston.
In 1938, I was lucky enough to convince a young lady from Taunton,
named Evelyn Farrow, that "Yes" was the right answer. After living
in Jamaica Plain less than two years, we designed and built our own home
I continued to growl in true Inspector fashion about boiler ailments
from Massachusetts to Wisconsin until May, 1941, when Uncle Sam took
me off the reserve list and ordered me to active duty as an Ensign in the
U. S. Navy.
When I return, I'll be able to spin yarns on end, but many considera-
tions preclude that now.
Thank you for the opportunity to edge my way into the columns of
The Pilgrim again. As an old Business Manager, of course I realize that a
good two-inch ad would be far more valuable.
Morton S. Pratt
World Radio University
December 2, 1941
Dear Alumni Editors,
Since the rosy days of Graduation, I've gone through Boston Uni-
versity, and taken courses at Harvard and University Extension. I got
my first job as cub reporter on the Cambridge Chronicle-Sun, covering
everything from women's club meetings to police news and City Hall.
Then I worked on the late-lamented Boston Evening Transcript, covering
Cambridge and special assignments— and loving every moment of it.
For one year, I combined newspaper work with the job of teaching
journalism to students at the Cambridge Preparatory School. Within a
few months I had shifted my field entirely and gone into radio.
Here at Shortwave Station WRUL, I have charge of the correspondence
from the Americas and countries abroad. It is a completely fascinating
job. In one day, you find yourself transported, through the pages of
letters, from the Back Bay to a little apartment in Turkey where a Medical
student and his wife live, listening to WRUL; you go to Ankara, The
Hague, to Zurich, to Oslo, occupied France . . . Our letters are from
many lands, censored and uncensored, and in many languages. It makes
you feel as though you had been in those countries, known the people,
to read their intimate and friendly letters! And now and then, these
good, unseen friends send in small tokens, much cherished because we
know the sentiment behind them.
After working hours, I do some writing — a few plays, Children's
plays and stories, some poetry. And I have my home and a husband —
who is a newspaper editor — and that keeps me quite busy. We both
collect antiques and enjoy refinishing them in the cellar!
I remember with very real appreciation the teachers in Plymouth
High School who gave so generously of their own knowledge and guid-
ance, and would like to send each one my very best wishes.
E. Harriett Donlevy
(Mrs. George Edward Connor)
Dear Alumni Editors,
The year following my graduation, I remained as a post-graduate and
a general nuisance to the faculty. The next summer I started my career
as a soda clerk, and that fall I was given an opportunity to report for a
I was doing extremely well, when one evening I was assigned to
"cover" a large society party in a quaint little Cape Cod town. Having
attended this type of party on numerous previous occasions, and having a
prior engagement to sit in on a hand of pinochle, I wrote the story of the
party, and sent it to the press the afternoon before the party was to take
place. The hostess caught the measles and cancelled the party, and the
editor cancelled my contract.
Soon, I received a job on the "Banana Ro} r al Production Line" at the
Camp Edwards canteen. My job, with three helpers, was to put the
whipped cream, cherries, and nuts on the huge sundaes as they rolled down
the endless chain. One day, during a heated game of "gin-rummy," the
four of us allowed twenty dishes to shoot through unadorned.
I next took a position as restaurant manager in the recreation building
at The U. S. Naval Air Station at Quonset Point, R. I., but it was of short
duration; I am now back making sodas at the Howard Johnson stand in
West Roxbury, and intend next year to further my education in some insti-
tution of higher learning.
Best of luck to the class of '42!
Richard H. Tubbs
President, Class of 1939
West Wareham, Massachusetts
Dear Alumni Editors, Janar y U > 1942
Since I graduated in June, 1939, I have been in the cranberry business
with my father; I have found this work very interesting, and I shall, no
doubt, continue to grow cranberries as long as they are saleable.
Beyond the usual running around which every young fellow does,
cranberries have been the center of my activities, and will continue to be,
excepting, of course, any participation in the present world conflict which
I may take. I could describe the processes involved in growing cranberries,
but that would make a long and uninteresting story for your readers.
Nahum H. Morse
t^. A1 . -,-, ,., December 3, 1941
Dear Alumni Editors,
After graduating from high school, I spent the summer working, and in
the fall of 1937, entered Radcliffe College. I majored in English literature,
but found that my interest was beginning to be taken up more by modern
American literature. Therefore my thesis was written on John Dos Passos'
trilogy, "U. S. A."
I took as many writing courses as possible, and writing remains one of
my chief interests.
In the fall of my senior year I was married to Robert Pecsok, who had
graduated from Harvard the year before, and who was in training for
supervisory work at Proctor and Gamble, here in Baltimore.
After I received my A. B. degree last June, I came to Baltimore; I want
to study for another degree, so, if all goes well, I shall begin in February
to work towards my master's degree at Johns Hopkins University.
I wish you all much success with The Pilgrim. It does not seem so
very long ago that I was worrying about it, but it was pleasant work and
profitable, as I learned later when my experience helped me in my labors
for Radcliffe's weekly paper, and its magazine, "ETC."
Mary Bodell Pecsok
(Mrs. Robert L. Pecsok)
KEY TO "WHO'S WHO?"
No. Name No. Name
1. Edwin Bastoni 13. Marie Martinelli
2. Frances Barlow 14. Betty Viets
3. Bernard Boudrot 15. Janie Franks
4 Tommy Brewer 16. Connie Murray
5. Marcia Brooks 17. Faith Millman
6. Harold DeCarli 18. Lydia Mongan
7. Mary C. Donovan 19. Marcia Holmes
8. Samuel Franc 20. Ronald Butterfield
9. Mary Goddard 21. Anna Scotti
10. Stewart Hatch 22. Helen Shaw
11. Muriel Humphrey 23. Joan Holmes
12. Virginia Lynch 24. Roger Whiting
25. Richard Parks
Plymouth . . . September, 1941
THE GIRLS' SEXTET was again organized, with three new mem-
bers to replace graduates — sopranos, Marjorie Neal and Faith
Millman; second sopranos, Cynthia Holmes and Frances Nutter-
ville; altos, Doris Bergonzini and Jane Reynolds, with Norma Gilli as
Plymouth . . . September, 1941
A mixed choral group replaced the boys' glee club of former years.
Plymouth . . . January 19, 1942
^ In its first public appearance of the year, the Sextet
% jf entertained The Woman's Alliance at the Baptist
J**W Wk Church.
fr^ mET Plymouth . . . February (i, 1942
mnWggM \ A number of teachers and students of the Junior and
|^^^^ Senior High Schools met at the railroad station to say
goodbye to Director John Pacheco, and the band
played several selections for him as he left to enter the U. S. Army.
Plymouth . . . February 10, 1942
The Girls' Sextet went to Harwichport to entertain the Woman's Club,
and received high praise for its program.
Plymouth . . . February, 1942
Mr. Vincent De Benedictis arrived to assume the responsibilities of Mr.
John Pacheco as director of the band and orchestra.
Plymouth . . . February 11 and 12, 1942
The musical and dramatic groups of the school com-
bined to present the Gay Nineties Review. The project
was thoroughly enjoyed by all who took part in it.
Plymouth . . . February 14, 1942
The Sextet, accompanied by Miss Beatrice Hunt, went
to Boston to participate in a broadcast from Station WEEI. The
group received many compliments and learned much from the
Plymouth . . . March 18-22, 1942
A group of sixteen students, accompanied by Miss Beatrice Hunt, left
early on a Wednesday morning to attend the All New England Music
Festival held at Keene, New Hampshire. Most of the
four days was spent in rehearsal for the concerts to
be given on March 21. On that Saturday, the group
sang in a very successful afternoon and evening con-
cert. Not only did the group make many new friends,
but it benefited from an entirely new musical
Plymouth . . . March 25, 1942
An all-musical assembly was presented to the school, in which the
band, glee club, mixed choral group and Sextet took part. The student
body joined in the singing of familiar songs and thoroughly enjoyed
The portals of Plymouth High were thrown open, a few days later
this year than has been the custom, to admit once again the inquisitive
sophomores, jubilant juniors, and sage seniors.
The first week passed smoothly with the distribution of textbooks, sur-
prisingly lenient home assignments, and the renewal of friendships inter-
rupted by summer.
When pupils arrived at the sad, sad conclusion that vacation was a
thing of the recent past but far-distant future, they began to consider
participating in the clubs and sports that make school life enjoyable. Of
course, by that time football practice was well under way.
A Book Club, a new enterprise, has been inaugurated with Miss Margie
Wilber in charge. This makes it possible for the students to obtain a col-
lection of the classics at a reasonable cost. Possibly it will put an end
to scurrying down to the library on the Thursday night before book-report
The Science Club, under Mr. John Packard's direction, held its first
meeting. From all accounts it would appear that this is one organization
which can flourish without any assistance from the so-called fairer sex.
The drum majors were given instruction in strutting and twirling in
preparation for exhibitions at football games. They, as well as the band,
received smart new blue and white uniforms.
Front Row: Harold Hayward, Malcolm Chamberlain, William Winter, Frederic Bliss,
Bernard Brabant, Philip Manchester, Robert MacDcnagh
Second Row: Robert Arnold, Ralph Fortini, Norman Gifford. Andrew DieMin. Arthur
Tache, Mr. Packard
Third Row: Joseph Sylvia, William Holmes, Loring Belcher, Robert VanAmburgh.
Edward Penn, Bernard Holmes
Finally, on the last day of the month, the first disastrous marking
period terminated. Everyone, that is, nearly everyone, left for home at
the close of the day resolved to labor much more conscientiously during
the next term.
Front Row: Muriel Humphrey, Agnes Emond, William Lamborghini, Manuel Pimen-
tal, Ann Smith, Rita Fillion
Second Row: Richard Wirtzburger, Albert Hatton, Mr. Bagnall, Anna Pederzani,
David Crawley, Joseph Tavernelli, Benjamin Brewster
Third Row: Frances Nutterville, Ralph Fortini, George Canucci, Alvan Testoni, Remo
Lodi, Elizabeth Heath
Front Row: Edmund Axford, George Holman, Miss Kelly, Remo Lodi, Edwin Baker
Second Row: John Souza, Richard Wall, Paul Brewster, Ruez Gallerani, Herbert
Burnham, Joseph Bergamini
Third Row: Walter St. George, Richard Gavonc, Richard Wirtzburger, John Nutter-
ville, Arthur Moskos
This month witnessed, among other things, a successful Red Cross
Drive, election of senior class officers, and an enthusiastic pep assembly.
A song by a quartet of male faculty members, accompanied by the band,
caused excitement that nothing could quell.
The annual Thanksgiving assembly was held on the eighteenth with
the orchestra and mixed chorus providing the music. The participants were
Isabelle Pierson, Robert Van Amburgh, Jane Reynolds, and Malcolm
Front Row: Evan Yates, Norma Gilli, Evelyn Fisk, Mr. De Benedictis, Gloria Longhi.
Virginia Reynolds, Joan Eldridge
Second Row: Charles Tourgee, Alvan Testoni, Charles Stasinos. Milton Glassman,
Third Row: Nicholas Stasinos, Alfred Holmes, Walter St. George, Howard Haire
Some of the talented and some not so talented hied themselves down
to the auditorium one Tuesday evening to take part in the Dramatic Club's
Amateur Night. The contestants seemed to find it enjoyable, whether
applauded or not.
A film entitled "Finding Your Life Work" was shown to all pupils in
the hope of aiding some of them in deciding on their future vocations.
A new library feature was introduced this month — "The Library
News Bulletin." It offers a "Favorites" page, "Your Public Library," "Fac-
ulty and Pupil suggestions," "Your Job — Your Life," and "The Hobby Spot."
It is distributed to home room teachers on the first of the month. Much
credit for this new endeavor goes to Edward Cavicchi, Barbara Maloon,
and Marie Martinelli working under the direction of Mr. Arthur Pyle.
Tryouts for the Christmas play, "No Room in the Hotel," were held by
the Dramatic Club, and characters, as well as committees for make-up,
costumes, properties, and programs, were chosen.
The annual sale of Christmas Seals was sponsored by the Student
Front Row: Jane Reynolds, Gladys Cohen, Isabel Brown, Marcia Brooks, Phyllis Law-
day, Barbara Pish, Joan Eldridge, Jean Boutin, Laura Resnick
Second Row: Betty Viets, Shirley Collins, Mary Bearhope, Marjoria Neal, Ruth Dale,
Miss Moore, Beverly Feinberg, Jennette Pranks, Florinda Leal, Constance Arm-
strong, Barbara Lee
Third Row: Cynthia Holmes, Beverly Armstrong, Ruth Morton, Faith Millman,
Naomi McNeil, Lillian Shaw, Joan Chiari, Rose Brigida, Olive Harlow, Betsey
McCosh, Doris Bergonzini, Louise Thomas
Fourth Row: Harold Hayward, Malcolm Chamberlain, Ronald Butterfield, Robert
Cook, Philip Manchester, Edward Cavicchi, Richard Kearsley, David Briggs,
Absentee: David Crawley
Front Row: Arleen Linton, Phyllis Lawday, Mr. Pyle
Second Row: David Briggs, Ronald Butterfield, Marie Martinelli, Barbara Maloon,
At a special assembly, Mr. Mongan urged the buying of war bonds,
and representatives from two of the local banks were on hand to answer all
questions relating to their purchase.
The members of The Pilgrim staff invited Mrs. Lois Palches, a local
poet, to read some of her work to fourth-period English classes. Since
poetry assignments loomed menacingly in the too-near future, many
students were at least willing to be helped by her presentation of rhyme
patterns and subject matter.
The school band, marching up Main Street in full uniforms in Decem-
ber, caused no little bewilderment among the townspeople. However, fur-
rowed brows were smoothed by the explanation appearing on a banner an-
nouncing a coming current events lecture by Mr. Anton DeHaas, sponsored
by the band. The talk had to be cancelled because Mr. DeHaas was sum-
moned to Washington.
All pupils greatly enjoyed an assembly featuring Pitt Parker, the crayon
wizard who, as he drew pictures, gave a talk both entertaining and educa-
At the S. A. S. meeting, reports on the Hospital Thanksgiving Drive and
Christmas Seal Sale were given. Discussion on the money-making project
of the year, the Gay Nineties Revue, was started.
STUDENT ACTIVITIES SOCIETY
Front Row: Gino Borsari, Edwin Bastoni, Robert Agnone. George Canucci. Paul
Second Row: Agnes Emond, Mary Goddard. Harold DeCarli. Robert Wilson, Benjamin
Brewster, Anna Scotti, Gladys Cohen
Third Row: Miss Locklin, Joan Holmes, William MacDonald. Mr. Mongan. Mr.
Romano, Theodore Martin, Naomi McNeil, Miss Brown. Miss Rafter
Fourth Row: Ralph Fortini, Bernard Verre, Jean Maccaferri. Mary Marvelli, Jennette
Franks, Anna Pederzani, Elide Benati, Jean Boutin. Albert Post, Harold Maccaferri
Fifth Row: Roger Whiting, Bernard Kritzmacher, Malcolm Chamberlain, Richard
Kearsley, Harold Hayward, William Lamborghini, George Radcliffe, Richard
GIRLS' GLEE CLUB
Front Row: Norma Gilli, Cynthia Holmes, Shirley Davies, Agnes Perry, Julia Andrews,
Betty Curtin, Betty Viets, Jean Boutin, Naomi McNeil, Elizabeth Heath, Priscilla
Crawley, Arlene Bourne
Second Row: Isabel Brown, Faith Millman, Frances Nutterville, Louise Thomas, Bar-
bara Carmichael, Olive Harlow, Doris Bergonzini, Gladys Cohen, Barbara Fish,
Lois Jesse, Nancy Bartlett
Third Row: Bernadette Murphy, Joan Eldridge, Beverly Feinberg, Jane Reynolds,
Ruth Morton, Virginia Reynolds, Arline White, Verna Shaw, Florine Schortman,
Janet Holman, Laura Resnick, Ruth Pederzani, Dolores Tarantino, Martha Kallio,
Gloria Longhi, Miss Hunt
Fourth Row: Corinne Jenney, Helen Sherman, Virginia Drew, Joan Chiari, Lillian
Shaw, Anna Pederzani, Phyllis Lawday, Marjorie Neal, Ruth Dale, Mary Ander-
son, Priscilla Rowe, Gloria Borghesani, Agnes Mazzanti, Constance Armstrong,
Front Row: Cynthia Holmes, Marjorie Neal, Faith Millman
Second. Row: Doris Bergonzini, Norma Gilli, Jane Reynolds, Frances Nutterville
During November and December, Junior Red Cross knitters, under
the direction of Mrs. Miriam Raymond, made fifty-eight hanks of yarn into
twenty-four three-piece suits for three-year olds. In addition to these, the
girls produced one hundred and four pairs of mittens. Fifty-five woolen
skirts and twenty-five girls' dresses were made for the Red Cross under the
supervision of Miss Viola Boucher.
The final and most exciting event of the month was the Football Dance,
held in the gymnasium on the twenty-third. The profits, which were
insured by two weeks of unforgettable radio advertising, were to finance
the team's trip to a hockey game in Boston.
Some very lethargic pupils returned to school hoping to use the first
few days of the new term to recuperate from the holidays.
Recults of the Christmas Seal Drive were announced as thirty-five
dollars and twenty-five cents.
The faculty members began a basic course in First Aid dealing with
such treatments as might be necessary in the event of an air raid or similar
Tryouts for the melodrama, "Fireman, Save My Child," to be presented
as part of the Gay Nineties Revue, were held by Miss Dorris Moore.
Some of the girls spent several afternoons rolling bandages for the Red
The sophomores rather tardily elected their officers for the year.
On the twenty-first, the staff of The Pilgrim entertained two hundred
members of the Southeastern Massachusetts League of School Publications
at its mid-winter convention. The most informative part of the program
was a lecture entitled "Education and the Battle of the Atlantic" by Mr.
Herbert G. Sonthoff, — the most amusing, the Barbershop Quartet and Mid-
get Sextet. An Italian supper was served in the cafeteria, and dancing in
the gymnasium concluded the meeting.
SOPHOMORE CLASS OFFICERS
Left to Right: William MacDonald, Elide Benati. Robert Agnone.
Left to Right: Marie Sance, Claire Roy, Ann Smith, Lillian Shaw, George Canucci,
Agnes Emond, Barbara Fish, Arlene O'Brien, Jean Maccaferri
Absentee: Mr. Guidaboni
Front Row: Howard Haire, Loring Belcher, Frederick Vacchi, Ridhard Drew, David
Maccaferri, Milton Glassman, Donald Dassman
Second Row: Melvin Thomas, Donald Meyers, John Kelley, Remo Lodi, Joseph
Kaiser, Louis Sitta, Alvan Testoni
Third Row: Harold DeCarli, Gino Borsari, Charles Tourgee, Jane Reynolds, Betty
Curtin, Charlotte Valler, John Souza, Alvin DeCost, Mr. De Benecuctis
Fourth Row: Herbert Costa, Lloyd Pickard, David Crawley, Tony Soares, Ralph Bal-
boni, Frederic Bliss
Fifth Row: Manuel Silva, Walter St. George, Thomas Brewer, Ch les Stasmos
Rehearsals for the Gay Nineties Revue were begun with many who
had never dreamed of participating when the venture was announced,
hoping, even praying, that they would not be left out.
The S. A. S. sponsored an assembly at which pictures and a talk on
modern aircraft were presented by Mr. Murton Overing.
The Science Club held its Aviation Hop, at which prizes of plane rides
and defense stamps were given to lucky persons. Since club members dec-
orated the gymnasium, a few dancers wondered whether they had put some
of the planes upside down on purpose.
It finally happened — the Gay Nineties Revue. All the performers
hoped that the audience enjoyed it as much as they.
Because of the change to War Time, it was deemed necessary to start
school a half hour later in the morning. That half hour proved such a
short time to remain in bed, but such an eternity at the end of period six!
The Senior Honor Group, consisting of twenty-one members, each of
whom has maintained an average of eighty-five per cent or higher
during the high school course, was announced by Mr. Mongan at an
The first air raid drill with the evacuation of the building was held on
a day which was conveniently pleasant and springlike. The people who
always walk home had an advantage over those who ride, for they were
winded after the first block or two.
The future looked brighter when pupils wrote "March" on their papers
because this magic word brought with it the realization that there were but
four months to summer vacation. There were even those who counted the
LATIN CLUB (Program Chairmen)
Front Row: Alvan Testoni, Ruth Morton, Mary Kennedy, Miss Wilber, Anna Scotti,
Elide Benati, William MacDonald
Second Row: Isabel Brown, George Canucci. Gerald Longhi, Richard Drew, Philip
Manchester, Robert Agnone, Arthur Tache, Richard Po, Patricia Malaguti
Front Row: Shirley Collins, Arleen Linton, Joan Holmes, Mr. Pyle, Florinda Leal,
Doris Bergonzini, Rachel Baker, Elizabeth Heath
Second Row: Leonore DeCarli, Marion Clark, Marcia Brooks, Ann Smith, Phyllis
Ginhold, Mary Goddard, Marie Martinelli, Phyllis Diegoli, Barbara Fish, Mary
Kennedy, Jennette Franks
Third Row: Phyllis Lawday, Helene Longhi, Evelyn Ryerson, Norma Johnson, Joseph-
ine Bassett, Muriel Humphrey, Margaret Diaz, Beatrice O'Connell, Mary Mulcahy,
Joyce Bassett, Dena Rossi
Fourth Row: Richard Gavone, David Briggs, Lydia Mongan, Thomas Brewer, Barbara
Maloon, Edward Cavicchi, Ronald Butterfleld
Absentees: Elsie Salmi, Betsey McCosh, Mary Donovan, Patricia Douglass
Front Row: Faith Millman, Doris Bergonzini, Louise Thomas, Barbara Carmichael,
Arlene Bourne, Frances Nutterville, Olive Harlow, Virginia Reynolds
Second Row: Gladys Cohen, Jane Reynolds, Verna Shaw, Arline White, Marjone
Neal, Miss Hunt, Phyllis Lawday, Ruth Morton, Nina Patturelh, Florine Schort-
man' Corinne Jenney, Barbara Fish .
Third Row: Remo Lodi, Harold Brown, Edwin Baker, Thomas Brewer, David Briggs,
Alfred Holmes, Edward Penn, Henry Pina
For the benefit of the Red Cross War Drive, the Gay Nineties Revue
was repeated. Several members of the cast were surprised to learn how
much they had forgotten in the space of two weeks.
At the S. A. S. meeting, two new members were added "to the board
and one to the council. Twenty per cent of the profit from the Gay Nineties
Revue was given to the band.
Graduation plans were begun and the various committees chosen
when the Senior Honor Group met with Mrs. Miriam Raymond.
It seemed quite natural to hear Mr. Anson B. Handy speaking at an
assembly. His talk concerned the problems facing the student after
At a candlelight assembly, thirteen new members were admitted to
membership in the National Honor Society.
The Sophomore Hop was held on the twentieth with musid by Jay
Sixteen students attended a four-day music festival in Keene, New
Pupils enjoyed another Pitt Parker assembly at which Dan Stiles
talked about the beauties and industries of coastal New England. His
exposition was illustrated by pictures in technicolor.
Many pupils expressed their desire for another assembly of the same
type as the one presented by the musical groups. In addition to selections
by glee clubs, band, sextet, and a solo by Fred Bliss, the entire student body
joined in singing "Rose O'Day," "Ta-Ra-Ra-Boom-de-Ay," and several
other rollicking favorites.
NATIONAL HONOR SOCIETY
Front Row: Florinda Leal, Marie Martinelli, Ruth Morton. Naomi McNeil, Jean
Boutin, Doris B'ergonzini
Second Row: Benjamin Brewster, Roger Whiting, Joseph Tavernelli, Richard Kears-
ley, Robert MacDonagh, Malcolm Chamberlain, Tony Soares.
Third Row: Laura Resnick, Anna Scotti, Robert Wilson. Jennette Franks. Richard
Wirtzburger, Mr. Mongan, George Canucci, Harold DeCarli, Lydia Mongan, Faith
Absentees: Mr. Romano, Mr. Guidaboni
Front Row: Evelyn Ryerson, Phyllis Ginhold, Agnes Emond, Barbara Pish, Mildred
Second Row: Doris Volta, Joan Chiari, Elaine Sadow, Mary Mulcahy, Patricia Doug-
lass, Justine Hayward, Marie Martinelli
Absentee: Mrs. Brown
Front Row: Barbara Lee, Robert MacDonagh, Doris Bergonzini, Margaret Diaz,
Walter Silva, Rose Brigida, Gladys Cohen
Second Row: Elizabeth Heath, Jane Reynolds, Helen Sherman, Phyllis Lawday, Miss
Moore, Joyce Bassett, Constance Armstrong, Mary Bearhope, Mildred Schaal,
JUNIOR CLASS OFFICERS
Front Row: Naomi McNeil, William Lamborghini
Back Row: Benjamin Brewster, Miss Lang, Paul Brewster
The Class of 1943 met to discuss plans for its Junior Promenade sched-
uled for May fifteenth.
Girls' badminton was played in the gymnasium three days each week.
Six war news films were presented by the music department on the
evening of the seventeenth to raise money to pay for the band's new
Prizes were awarded in the Motion Picture Poster Contest sponsored
by the Plymouth Woman's Club. Marie Martinelli received first, Patricia
Douglass, second, and Nancy Bartlett and Benjamin Perry tied for third.
The posters were made in the Art Department under the supervision of
Mrs. Margaret Brown. The judges were Mrs. Daniel Ellis, Miss Nellie
Locklin, and Mrs. Miriam Raymond.
Well, dear Diary, a most significant date has arrived — the day when
The Pilgrim goes to press. Although the school year has two more months
to run, these entries must be brought to an abrupt conclusion.
A fond adieu,
Ruth Morton '43
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WM. CAVICCHI, Proprietor
Telephone 341 18 Main Street
LOW OVERHEAD — REASONABLE PRICES
Inquire About Our Special Offer on Suits for Graduation
ELIZABETH M. FOSTER
52 Main St.
// it's new
you'll find it at . . .
THE VALUE SPOT IN PLYMOUTH
46 Main St. Plymouth
DR. GEORGE S. WILD
12 Main St. Plymouth
M. D. COSTA
40 Court St.
EDDIE'S SHOE SYSTEM
18 Main Street
ENNA-JETTICK SHOE STORE
EDDIE HAND, Manager
We operate our own Cleansing Plant on Premises.
Same Day Service — We Call For and Deliver.
301 Court Street
WOOD'S FISH MARKET
Main St. Ext.
PLYMOUTH SUPPLY CO.
PLUMBING -- HEATING
PAINT and HARDWARE SUPPLIES
Tel. 1423 39 Court St.
COMPLETE STOCK OF COSMETICS
and PATENT MEDICINES
47 Main St.
Next to Fire Station
W. R. Davis H. S. Hatch
Davis & Morgan Electric Co.
Electrical Problems Honestly Solved
Plymouth Since 1919 Tel. 290
Plymouth Co-operative Federal
Savings and Loan Association
A. PERRY RICHARDS
ROBERT J. TUBBS
Vice-President — Treasurer
WALDER J. ENGSTROM
Secretary and Asst. Treas.
pnepatejoi Winie/t ^
CaH or Write for Information
[ Federal Savings
AND LOAN ASSOCIATION
fortt/'four Main St,
CAPE FUEL MART
To Buy Your Winter's Fuel Supply, Ask About Our
NEW FUEL BUDGET PLAN
NEW ENGLAND COKE
FAMOUS READING ANTHRACITE
The low-ash hard coal laundered and trade-marked for your protection.
THOMAS T. PARKER, INC.
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Hauling . . . Storage
7 Main Street
187 Court St.
HOUSE Th t e h BLUE BLINDS
7 North St., Plymouth
Breakfast - Dinner - Supper
Home-cooked Bread, Cakes
JOHN and CONSTANCE KENNY
You will always find "Jack"
At Your Service Now As Ever at
South Shore's Finest
56 Main Street
Intensive Training for
BUSINESS and GOVERNMENT
Send for 51st Year Catalogue
GEORGE E. BIGELOW, Principal
226 Main St. BROCKTON
If it's New and Smart,
you'll find it at
SYLVIA'S MILLINERY SHOP
(Former Location of Children's Shop)
18 Court St. Plymouth
"Plymouth's Modern Store for
Men and Boys"
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— WE FEATURE —
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"Home of Dependability"
56 Main St. PLYMOUTH
62 Court St. PLYMOUTH
Congratulations — Class of '4,2
DEXTER'S SHOE STORE
THE ENTIRE FAMILY
Tel. 165-W 16 Court St.
13 Court St. PLYMOUTH
Diamonds - Watches - Silverware
Expert Watch and Jewelry Repairing
Plymouth's Leading Jewelry Store
for 140 years
4 Main St. Tel. 429 Plymouth
DR. S. S. HIRSON
PERSONAL FINANCE COMPANY
you in a
at low cost.
good pay and
await you in
either war or
There is a
Write for 1942 Catalog H
Day and Evening Classes begin each
week. Visit our classes in session and
see our employment records.
492 Boylston St. Boston, Mass.
Official P. H. S.
28 Main Street PLYMOUTH
For Your SHOES
53 Court St.
KAY'S CUT - RATE
67 Main St., Corner North
LOWEST PRICES IN TOWN
SIBLEY'S SHOE STORE
Exclusive Agents in Plymouth for
AIR- STEP Shoes for Women
ROBLEE Shoes for Men
BUSTER BROWN Shoes for
Boys and Girls
If It's New, It's at Sibley's
11 Court Street
College of Liberal Arts
Offers for young men a broad pro-
gram of college subjects serving as a
foundation for the understanding of
modern culture, social relations, and
technical achievement. Students may
concentrate in any of the following
fields: Biology, Chemistry, Economics,
Sociology, Psychology, Mathematics,
Physics, and English (including an
option in Journalism).
Pre-medical, Pre-Dental and Pre-Legal
courses are offered. Varied opportunities
available for vocational specialization. De-
gree : Bachelor of Science or Bachelor of
College of Engineering
Offers for. young men curricula in
Civil, Mechanical (with Air-Condi-
tioning, and Aeronautical options),
Electrical, Chemical, and Industrial
Engineering. Classroom study is sup-
plemented by experiment and re-
search in well-equipped laboratories.
Degree: Bachelor of Science in the
professional field of specialization.
College of Business Administration
Offers for young men six curricula: Accounting, Banking and
Finance, Marketing and Advertising, Journalism, Public Adminis-
tration, and Industrial Administration. Each curriculum provides
a sound training in the fundamentals of business practice and
culminates in special courses devoted to the various professional
fields. Degree: Bachelor of Science in Business Administration.
School of Law
Offers three-year day and four-year
evening undergraduate programs
leading to the degree of Bachelor of
Laws. A minimum of one-half of the
work accepted for a bachelor's degree
in an approved college or its full
equivalent required for admission to
undergraduate programs. Case
method of instruction.
The school also offers a two-year evening
program open to graduates of approved law
schools and leading to the degree of Master
of Laws. Under-graduate and graduate
programs admit men and women.
School of Business
Offers curricula through evening
classes in Accounting, Industrial
Management, Distributive Manage-
ment, and Engineering and Business,
leading to the degree of Bachelor of
Business Administration in specified
fields. Preparation for C. P. A. Exam-
inations. A special four-year curric-
ulum in Law and Business Manage-
ment leading to the Bachelor of Com-
mercial Science degree with appro-
priate specification is also offered.
Shorter programs may be arranged.
Evening Courses of the College of Liberal Arts
Certain courses of the College of Liberal Arts are offered during
evening hours affording concentration in Economics, English,
History and Government or Social Service.
A special orogram preparing for admissiort to the School of Law is also
available. The nrogiam is equivalent in hours to one-half the requirement
for the A.B. or S.B. degree. Associate in Arts title conferred. Co-educational.
The Colleges of Liberal Arts, Engineering and Business Administration offer
day programs for men only, and are conducted on the co-operative plan.
After the freshman year, students may alternate their periods of study wit/h
periods of work in the employ of business or industrial concerns at ten-week
intervals. Under this plan they gain valuable experience and earn a large
part of their college expenses.
FOR CATALOG — MAIL THIS COUPON AT ONCE
Director of Admissions
Boston, Massachusetts: Please send me a catalog of the
College of Liberal Arts [ 1
College of Engineering
College of Business Adminis-
School of Law t 1
Evening School of Business
Evening — College of Liberal
Day Pre -Medical Program
Day Pre-Dental Program
Day and Evening Pre-Legal
WHITE HORSE PLAYLAND
GEORGE KELLAR, Proprietor
SEARS FUEL CO.
Coal -- Coke •- Charcoal
at Low Prices
Range and Fuel Oil
Lothrop St. PLYMOUTH
JOHN E. JORDAN CO.
Your Hardivare Store for 117 Years
PAINTS - HOUSEHOLD APPLIANCES
PLUMBING -- HEATING -- SHEET METAL WORK
1 Main Street. Plymouth
BALBONI'S DRUG STORE
"The Drug Store that' Serves Plymouth"
U. S. POSTAL STATION NO. 2
Prescriptions Accurately Filled
Telephone 1231-1057 317 Court St.
For Night Service Call 432-W
298 Court St. PLYMOUTH
FREDERIC A. BLISS
SHEET METAL WORK
Opp. Old Colony Theatre
F. W. W00LW0RTH CO.
PLYMOUTH ROCK ALLEYS
Open Sundays — 1 p.m. to 12 p.m.
Open Daily — 10 a.m. to 12 p.m.
Opposite Railroad Station
Tel. Plymouth 855
H. H. RAYMOND
F. E. LESLIE, Druggist
A Nice Little Drug Store
in a Nice Little Town
22 Court St.
THE VIOLIN SHOP
ROGER S. KELLEN
Dealer in Old Violins
9 Winslow St. Tel. 1420 Plymouth
DESOTO — PLYMOUTH
Authorized Sales and Service
120 Sandwich Street Plymouth
A. R. PARKER CO.
The Best MILK To Buy
EAST BRIDGEWATER, MASS.
Before you buy any Refrigerator
Be sure you look at our 1942 Air-Conditioned
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ECONOMY — PROPER MOISTURE — CONSTANT COLD
CLEANED, WASHED AIR — ICE CUBES
Remember — Cold alone is not enough
CAPE REFRIGERATING CO.
Plant at ,^-\ flfoltM Telephone
HEDGE ROAD ^nOJlW/l^^ Plymouth
Plymouth lH*^ 16
BAILEY MOTOR SALES, INC.
114 Sandwich Street PLYMOUTH
BUICK and PONTIAC SALES and Service
G.M.C. TRUCK SALES and Service
A reliable place to trade . . . One of the best-equipped
service stations in the vicinity . . . 24-hour service . . . Open
day and night . . . Agents for Delco Batteries.
All of Our Repairvvork is Guaranteed
A Fine Selection of
USED CARS AND TRUCKS
to choose from at all times
rr in ting. . .
is an investment designed to accom-
plish some definite purpose —
W/HETHER that purpose be to stimulate
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value to you lies not in its cost . . . but in
what it accomplishes and the results it attains. . . .
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PRINTERS - - PUBLISHERS - - BOOKBINDERS
MIDDLE STREET ??-« PLYMOUTH
WILLIAM H. FRANKS, JR.
101 Milk Street, Boston
DR. E. HAROLD DONOVAN
DR. A. L. DOUGLAS
Tel. 1278 23 Sandwich St.
Relief for Acid Stomach
BISMA - REX
Four-Action Antacid Powder
Neutralizes Acidity — Removes Gas
Soothes Stomach — Assists Digestion
Big Bottle 50?
Save with Safety at
COOPER DRUG COMPANY
BEMIS DRUG COMPANY
"The 6 Busy Rexall Stores"
Abington — No. Abington — Rockland
"In Plymouth It's Cooper's
ALPHONSO'S BODY REPAIR
BEAR WHEEL ALIGNING
51V2 Samoset Street PLYMOUTH, MASS.
Telephone 300-W Alphonso Chiari
53 Court St. PLYMOUTH
VERRE'S BARBER SHOP
Hours: 8 a.m. to 8 p.m.
52 Sandwich St. PLYMOUTH
Dutton Motor Car Co.
115 Sandwich Street
PLYMOUTH & BROCKTON
STREET RAILWAY CO.
Ride Our Modern
O. R. SAYRE
First National Stores
4 North Street
LINCOLN ST. SERVICE STATION
Congratulations to the
f rarilia Mmh
THE TIE SHOP
CONTENTE SHOE STORE
ALL THE FAMILY
Better Shoes for Less Money
Tel. 733-W 301 Court Street
Nook Farm Dairy
. . . Local Milk . . .
Taste the difference from a modern dairy
TRY OUR FLAVORED DRINKS
CHOCOLATE • ORANGE • COFFEE
NOOK ROAD Telephone: Plymouth 1261 PLYMOUTH
MITCHELL -THOMAS CO., INC.
Furniture - Wallpaper - Paints
66 Court Street PLYMOUTH
Clothes for Graduation
Suits Sport Coats
White Flannels Sport Slacks
MORSE & SHERMAN
WM. J. SHARKEY
Court Street PLYMOUTH
Petroleum Sales and Service, Inc.
Filtered Range and Fuel Oils White Flash Gasoline
Atlantic High Film Strength Motor Oils
Hedge Road PLYMOUTH
Telephone Plymouth 1499
BORZAN BEAUTY SALON
MISS EVA BORSARI
391 Court Street, North Plymouth
great Gift Shop
19 - 21 COURT STREET
"The Nation's Birthplace"
To the Graduating Class
of Plymouth High School:
\V7E extend our sincere congratulations on the com-
pletion of your school course and express our best
wishes for your future.
At this time, we wish to thank you for your
loyalty to us. We trust we may merit your
Donovan & Sullivan
470 Atlantic Avenue Boston, Mass.
Harbor Building Lib. 8 7 1 1
Represented by . . .
P. V. CARTER, Pembroke, Mass.
ROUTE 3 — KINGSTON
COMPLETE LUNCHEONS and DINNERS
DUTCHLAND FARM ICE CREAM
LeVs Go To Dutchland!
65 Main Street, PLYMOUTH
Arnold and Stetson Shoes
Goodrich Line of
Sneakers and Rubbers
D. W. BESSE, Proprietor
D. E. REID
Candy is a Delicious Food.
Eat Some Every Day.
5 Willard Place
"We put new life in old shoes'
(SHi (ftnlmty Hamtury
63 ' 2 Main Street PLYMOUTH
• Best Wishes to the •
Plymouth County Electric Company
Main Street Extension
and ICE CREAM SHOP
Local Dealer for
WHITMAN AND KEMP PRODUCTS
63 Main St.
— Phone 406 —
Hours: 9:30 to 12:00 — 1:30 to 5:00
and by Appointment
DR. FRANK L. BAILEY
Russell Bids. Plymouth
H. A. BRADFORD
S. S. PIERCE
1 Warren Ave. PLYMOUTH
Cleaning — Pressing — Repairing
ZANELLO FURNITURE CO.
Upholstering — Bedding
Norge — Gibson — Crosley Refrigerators
Tel. 1485 84 Court St.
Barber and Beauty Shops
Plymouth and Duxbury
117 Sandwich St. PLYMOUTH
VOLTA MUSIC SHOP
VICTOR -- BLUEBIRD -- DECCA
COLUMBIA -- OKEH RECORDS
Classical and Popular
PHONOGRAPH ALBUMS AND SUPPLIES
297 Court St. NO. PLYMOUTH
GUaaa of 1942
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With Courage and Confidence
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